Errands and therapy
I woke up at 0300 in pain and had a hard time getting back to sleep. I thought about staying up but it was too early to be up all day. So I went back to sleep around 0600 only to wake up about three hours later. I didn’t want to do a damn thing. I thought about cancelling therapy or at least rescheduling but I didn’t. I took a shower and that further exhausted me. I rested for a bit. I had to go to the bank and drop off my jeans to the tailors to be fixed.
I got dressed and made my way to the bank. It was slow going and I had to stop at the bus stop to rest for a few minutes. I went to the bank and did what I had to do. I then walked down to the tailor’s shop about three blocks away. I was getting so tired, I didn’t think I was going to make it home. I dropped off my jeans and had to register for the computer system. It’s been a long while since I was last there. I walked home and at another bus stop, I stopped to rest for a few minutes. I came home and was dragging. I didn’t want to go back out. I just wanted to nap the rest of the day. My legs were killing me. My ankle was sore (bad one). I finally managed to get to my room and I crashed. I drank an Ensure with my pain meds and tried to nap. Course, it was close to the time I had to leave so I couldn’t fall asleep. I just rested for about a half hour.
I got dressed again and went to the bus stop to go to the Square. My Bluetooth headphones were giving me grief. They kept on skipping while playing the songs. I tried everything I knew and nothing was working. I went to my bank to deposit the money I took from the other bank. I had to pay a bill. I went to Starbucks and got my espresso. I didn’t feel like having anything else. I uninstalled the MP3 player, thinking it was the reason the songs were skipping. I installed a new music player and was having the same issue. Now it was either the connection or the headphones. I was too tired to figure it out. I wrote in my journal and then left for therapy.
I am starting to think this guy is not for me. We are just talking and it doesn’t seem like he cares at all about my problems or suicidality. I discussed the blog post I wrote yesterday about the new diagnosis and told him it fits me. We talked about it but didn’t. He noticed my mood was low and I told him I was frustrated because I now have to wear diapers, my family isn’t supportive around my medical or psych issues, and I just want to kill myself for the hell of it. Some how we ended up talking about baseball and the session was over. See you next week. Meanwhile I am wondering what the hell just happened. I am getting frustrated by this guy. He doesn’t want to use any psychometrics or assessments in my suicidality. I am having a hard time with this.
I left his office feeling like “what the fuck am I doing”? I was really hungry. I have been on this liquid protein diet all day but didn’t have any protein other than the soy I put in my espresso. I couldn’t decide if I wanted a burrito or not. The bus came so I just went home. I restarted my phone and the Bluetooth glitch fixed itself. I went to Walgreens because my mother wanted a few items that were on sale. I got a protein bar so I wouldn’t cheat on my diet. I ate it on the way home and then had another Ensure. I am feeling full and sleepy right now. I met the protein requirement for the day with 40 calories to spare. I’m taking my meds early and going to try and sleep early. I just hope I don’t wake up in the middle of the night in pain, again. I knew it was going to throw me off. But I did a lot despite being sleep deprived. Tomorrow I am just going to rest (or try to). I am in a lot of pain right now as my ankle is screaming at me. If I hit being overtired, I am screwed.