I had an awful night of sleeping and before I finally passed out, I emailed my psychiatrist. I basically told her I was finished, washed up and that I had picked out a date. I also told her not to expect me at some future appointment. I then explained how my pain had gotten to the point where I was taking two pain medications and winging it on my own as my PCP’s office didn’t care. I was expecting a phone call in the morning, which I never got. I don’t know if she reads her emails on Saturdays.
When I finally woke up, it was really early afternoon. I felt better and had a little energy. I made breakfast and coffee. It was close to the Nebraska football game time by the time I finished my coffee so I decided to bake. The picture is the finished product of my cake. I can’t wait to taste it. It is cooling off now. It has to refrigerate for at least two hours. Luckily, I found space in my fridge for it.
I also made dinner for my mother and I. It was just a pre-made chicken pot pie that needed to be heated up. Afterwards, I did all the dishes and pans. I am tired and my ankle is thanking me for it. I left the Nebraska game at half time. They were leading 17-8. I am listening to my new Pearl Jam CD Lost Dogs. It’s pretty good. It was the only CD that I didn’t own. My coloring book came today but the crayons don’t come until tomorrow. Go figure. I am going to give adult coloring a try and see if I can “relax” when I am bored or my pain is out of control.