Lunch with a friend and other things

I went to bed around 3. Pain was being such a fuck. I was getting hopeless and depressed. I sent my psychiatrist a message but she never responded. I see her Monday. I hope that she understands what I am going through.

I woke up around 6 and then around 830. I didn’t want to leave the comfort of my bed. I didn’t have to leave the house till around 1030. I had a list of things to do after I saw my friend for lunch. It would depend on how much pain I was in but I would try.

I went downstairs to put the groceries away. The delivery came and I just put away the frozen and refrigerated stuff. I left everything else as I wanted to sleep. My mother was up. She asked why I left the stuff and I told her why. I did three trips to the kitchen, my office, and the back porch. I was exhausted afterward. I didn’t feel like showering. I went upstairs and got dressed. I brought my tote bag with me as I didn’t feel like carrying my backpack. I grabbed my mug for coffee. I needed coffee.

It was cold and the wind made it colder. I didn’t wear my scarf. I wish I did. The bus seemed to take forever. It finally came after twenty minutes. I thought about ordering a mobile order for Starbucks but I didn’t know what I wanted to drink. Even when I got there, I was staring at the menu. I finally decided on a toffee latte and a cheese danish.

I brought my journal along in case I had time to write but I didn’t. I took a few sips of the latte to make room for the lid and then left for the train station. As I was walking to the station, my friend messaged me about meeting 15 mins later. That was no problem. I waited for her at the restaurant.

We had a good time catching up. The food was good. We talked about all kind of things. The last conversation we had was about our friend who died by suicide 2 years ago. It was something we were hoping to avoid but couldn’t. Chris was a close friend to her than I was. She told me aspects of his life I didn’t know and it made me angry the his partner treated him wrongly. It was sad that he took his life for reasons only he would know.

My friend and I parted. She went back to her building and I went off to do my errands. I literally went around one big circle, with the train station being the starting point. I did all the I wanted and added one. I made an appt with a new eye doc as my doc retired. I need new glasses as I have been having trouble reading with the ones I have.

I went back to the Square and froze as I waited for the bus. I missed the 1420 so had to wait for the 1520. It was on time. I was feeling ok pain wise. Least I was until I got up at my stop. Then it felt like a rod went through my ankle. I limped the rest of the way home.

I got home and there was mail and some packages for me. I brought them inside, sorted them, and then dashed up the steps. I needed to use the bathroom. It was too late. I wet my pants and I wasn’t happy. I changed and then opened my packages. Some were for the kitchen as I bought a new electric can opener. Hope it is easy to use. The rest of the stuff I brought upstairs. My feet were ice cold. I put on a pair of socks. My mother was making the cod I bought yesterday for dinner. It was really good.

After dinner I was really cold and sleepy. I decided to take a nap. I wasn’t expecting the door bell to startle me awake. I woke up all disoriented, not knowing where I was or what time of day it was. I was still cold. I didn’t go downstairs to see what was going on. I snoozed for a bit before my bladder told me to get up again. I went downstairs and it was really cold. I turned up the heat a notch. Probably will regret it but least I’ll be warm!

any thoughts?

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