bus hopping

Bus hopping

I woke up around 0840 with my bladder close to bursting. I quickly took my meds and “ran” to the bathroom. I went back to my room to sleep for about an hour or so. I didn’t drink anything other than the sip or two of Powerade I had with my meds. My bladder was close to bursting again and it hurt so bad after I emptied it. I was like WTF. I know between my meds and stupid nerve injury, my bladder is fucked but fairly functional. I was so annoyed. I wanted to make breakfast burritos but was getting antsy. I was hungry so I had the one that was in the freezer with the picante sauce. I then took the longer way to the square, which required two buses. I went to Starbucks and had my espresso and wrote a little in my journal. It was fricken cold today but again I was wearing a heavy sweatshirt so I was roasting. I couldn’t write anymore so decided to use the bathroom (bladder was full yet again!) and then leave to go into town.

Caught the train and picked up my scripts. The “storm” is now slated for the evening/night. I could have rested today but whatever. I came back to the Square and just missed the bus so I caught a bus to the other bus location to the bus home. For what should have taken me 2 hours, took me three because I had to catch four buses. I was freezing and by the time I reached my house, my ankle was talking to me. I really needed some pain meds. I wore sweatpants that I swear just make you sweat. No breathable material.

I went up to my room and changed then got under the covers. I played on my phone until dinner was almost ready. My mother was making a turkey tenderloin. It was okay. I would have like breadcrumbs over BBQ sauce. My ankle was screaming by the end of the meal. I wanted to go back to my room but my fricken mother told me to put the veggies away as her back was hurting. Pissed me the fuck off.

Then I find out the “storm” is only going to be about six fricken inches at the most, which is NOTHING! And now it looks definitely like evening/night so I wasted a day, hurting my fricken ankle for an errand I could have done tomorrow. I am so pissed. The way this “storm” is moving, it probably will go out to sea by tomorrow and we won’t get jack. Fricken weather people just love to hype shit up!! I am so fricken sick of this. I heard one weatherman say last storm that it was going to be heavy snow turning to snow! What the hell does that even mean??!! Isn’t SNOW SNOW???? Unbelievable!

I need Pearl Jam but I got a fricken migraine so country music it is. I don’t know why every fricken time I turn on the radio app, I listen to commercials. EVERY SINGLE TIME! My sister called to tell me I need to make sure my niece is out of the house by 750. Yuck. I need to get her up at 730. I set my alarm after the call so I wouldn’t forget. I guess I will have an early start to making my burritos tomorrow. I am going to make them with two cheeses, cheddar and American. I should buy Monterey Jack as that is creamier than cheddar. Also melts better. Think I will put it on my growing grocery list. I think I am up to $175 in groceries, but a few items are meat so that is why it is so expensive. I want to get ribs again and some hot dogs. I found out they have a 16 count of my favorite brand that is a few dollars more than an 8 count. Score. I am also getting some eggs because I know we will be out by then, even though I just bought three dozen. I need at least a half dozen to make my burritos. I think that will be at least 3-4 burritos. They kept nice in the freezer and warmed up good, too, for my first trial. So it is worth it to make it in batches.

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G. Collerone

suicide attempt survivor writing about the hopelessness that accompanies depression that no one likes to talk about. also writing about my daily struggle with chronic pain and how it affects my suicidality

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