in search of pancakes

In search of pancakes

I woke up at 0300 wanting pancakes. As I walked down to the kitchen, I wasn’t feeling up to it. I made a bowl of cereal instead. I was still under the influence of pain meds and neurontin. After I had my cereal, I went back to bed. I slept until 7, then 9, and I finally got up around 11. I had a headache and felt hungover. I needed coffee. I thought about going to Starbucks but I couldn’t see myself getting dressed and going out. I wasn’t feeling that great.

I made coffee and still wanted pancakes. I never made them. I figure I could talk to my mother about making them for supper. But then I saw chicken on the counter so I knew pancakes were not going to be made. I took my coffee up to my room and then played on my laptop, reading Facebook and Twitter. I wanted to take a nap but dinner will be done soon.

My pain came back when I came back to my room. It was nice to have at least two hours being pain free. It’s not horrible pain. Just enough to tell me I have an ankle and foot. I had emailed my psychiatrist as I got wicked upset last night. The pain was out of control and I decided to double my dose of the strong pain pill to get relief. I didn’t care that it was going to interfere with my sleep. I just wanted relief. And it did interfere with my sleep as I was up every two fricken hours.

I called one of the three therapists today. I couldn’t call all three as I just wasn’t up for it. My former therapist texted me back about the billing issue. She said there was some paperwork that I needed to fill out. I told her I never got the paperwork so she is going to mail it to me. I don’t understand why I have to fill out this paperwork as when I first got Medicare they were processing her claims okay. I don’t know what happened after that as I never got another statement from Medicare about the claims they were billing. I didn’t think much about it until now. I just know I am not paying her anything until this gets straightened out.

I am really exhausted and I haven’t done anything today except make coffee. I haven’t eaten anything. I just plan on stuffing myself with chicken cutlets for my one meal today. I am kind of sad I never went to Starbucks because I just lost my stars reward. I am sure there will be other chances to get rewards. Tomorrow I think I am going to get a roast beef sandwich at Kelly’s or maybe a cheeseburger at Five Guys. I will decide when I get there which restaurant to go to. Course it all depends on my pain level because it’s a walk to get there. The weather is supposed to be warmer than today so we’ll see. I haven’t had Five Guys in a long time. I used to go there all the time when I had a car. I miss having a car, sometimes. I don’t miss driving in traffic that is for sure! I still have my Zipcar account but haven’t really used it at all in the last few months. I should reserve a car for a couple of hours just to drive around town and shop or something. I need to get Sox PJs as the ones I have are wearing thin. I can’t find them online. I need to go to Target or Walmart to get them. I miss shopping but it tires me out. Much easier to shop online.

Hope tomorrow I am up for making pancakes. I am so craving them.

About G. Collerone

suicide attempt survivor writing about the hopelessness that accompanies depression that no one likes to talk about
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One Response to in search of pancakes

  1. manyofus1980 says:

    I had pancakes last week they were yummy I hope you get your pancake fix soon. xxx

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