3rd cup of coffee kind of day

I’ve had three cups of coffee today. My third after 3pm to avoid taking a nap. My aunt was over the house. I have seen her more time the past few weeks than I’ve seen her in the past 3 years! I love her but holy fuck. And she is coming again tomorrow.

I’ve been in a mood most of the day. I woke up around 445a to pee and had a hard time going back to sleep. I just wanted to stay in bed but I had to make my mother lunch. I made asparagus and eggs for the first time. It came out good. My mother wanted cheese but we told her no because she is on restriction with salt. She wasn’t happy about it but oh well. My mood kept going down. I just wanted to be in my room. I snuck up after lunch. I need to shower but honestly don’t have the energy. I need to shave but don’t want to hog the bathroom. I am charging my trimmer as it has been a while since it was last charged.

I got my nephew to do my errand for me. That saved me taking four busses around the city. It is really nice out today. Tomorrow is suppose to be nicer.

I got a message from my pcp today. I had sent a message saying I’ve been fatigued more than usual the past week. She said if it continues, she will do some blood work but for now just keep an eye on it. Great. I really hate feeling like this. I’m tired all the fucking time. She said it could just be that I’m recovering from all that I’ve been through. I don’t know. I just want to fucking sleep all day.

Last night, I was reading the cognitive therapy book, and it was talking about phobias. I have a snake phobia. That is all that kept running through my mind as I am reading this chapter. Just a picture of a snake will send me running. I hope I can finish the chapter without being distracted by images of snakes.