Exhausted just from doing little things
I had a hard time sleeping last night. Pain was part of the problem. Every time I got comfy my foot decided to scream in pain, no matter which way I moved it or had it placed on the pillow. It would settle down and then when I did fall asleep, it would wake me up a few hours later. So around 2 or 230 I took some melatonin. I slept till around 7, took my morning meds and fell back to sleep around 8/830. I only woke up once but then went back to sleep. Then someone called me and that woke me up. It was my eye doc. I have been trying to see if one of the other docs can redo my eye exam because I wasn’t satisfied with the doc I saw a few weeks ago. I had a hard time seeing out of my right eye where everything was blurry and the doc just rushed through the exam, not taking the time to make sure I did see clearly. It pissed me off.
I got up and decided I needed coffee. I had to make it using my French press as I am out of iced coffee. I thought I could make it but it didn’t come out good. I think I didn’t use enough coffee as it tasted weak. I know for next time. I made something to eat while half a sleep. I kept going back and forth in the kitchen getting things while making sure my eggs didn’t burn. I made my egg burrito as that is all I want to eat these days.
After I ate, I decided to shower. It is cool today with low humidity. Not going to be like this tomorrow so I took advantage of it. I showered and shaved. I got razor burn on my armpits. I hate that. My back didn’t give me too much grief but when I came back to my room, I was fricken exhausted. I want to go back to sleep but fear that will make things worse for the night. I weighed myself in the bathroom scale. It said I lost five pounds. I didn’t think that to be right, though this is the second time it has said this. I used my digital scale when I went upstairs and I guess it was close. I was really only two pounds less than what I was last week. My eating hasn’t been consistent. If it hasn’t been for the burritos, I probably wouldn’t be eating at all.
I am feeling pretty numb. I guess that is a good thing for right now as I got so much on my mind. My mother asked again how my room was coming. I wanted to blow off on her but I told her I threw my back out last week and I wasn’t going to do that this week. She said I hadn’t been using the bins I bought. Well, duh. I haven’t done anything since Friday and I don’t really plan on doing anything this week. I really don’t want my back acting up again because I have four fucking appointments next week. I am going to try and see if I can move up my pcp appointment to an earlier time just so I will have time to see the therapist without a problem.
Got a notification from WordPress. Today is my 7th Anniversary of this blog. I have come a long way since the early days of my writing on here. Sadly, depression and pain has slowly take the joy out of it but I still try and crank out a blog when I need to or when I don’t want to (that is always harder). Today will be the second day in a row in a long time. I need to get back into a routine of writing again but it is so hard when dealing with chronic pain that just saps your energy and brain cells. There have been days I want to write but just cannot for the life of me get the words out. I hardly am writing in my journal anymore for the same reason. Sometimes, if I have time, I will write in my day journal at Starbucks but most of the time I am on my phone, drinking my coffee and then be rushed to leave because I have been misjudging time so much. Plus the bus take a little longer to get to the station because of the detours. Getting home has been more difficult than going out, even though I have two buses at the Square now. The schedule sucks big time and is worse on weekends. By the time I do come home, I don’t want to do anything. I barely want to eat or drink. I just want to rest in the cool air. I am just exhausted and sometimes it will only be 3pm. I need a nap so will stop here for today.