Indigenous People’s Day
Happy Indigenous People’s Day to all who celebrate.
I had a migraine today, brought on by artificial sweetener. We are out of sugar and I forgot to order some on my last grocery order. I meant to do it, but it slipped my mind. If I don’t do things when I think of them, they don’t get done. I plan on getting some this week. I might have to pay more if I go to Walgreens. I am going to see if I can get to a grocery store where the price might be lower. Paying five bucks for four pounds is a lot. I also plan on getting eggs as we are out. Funny how its my sister’s daughter who has been the person eating them and yet I have to pay for it.
I got into a fight with my sister today over a fucking frying pan. I cooked bacon yesterday and left the pan. I planned on cleaning it but I got tired, like I usually do after I cook a meal. My sister think I am tired because “I am in bed all day sleeping”. This got me mad and when I said it was because of depression, she scoffed with “you’re on meds and in therapy and you had top surgery” like all that is a fucking cure. The sink was full of fucking dishes. I ended up emptying the dishwasher and then loading it again with the stuff in the sink. I left the two frying pans and scissors. I washed them and then had to sit for a bit because all these chores flared up my back. My foot got into it, too. It has been flared since this afternoon. Hopefully when I take gabapentin in about an hour it will settle down.
My therapist changed my time and also put that I will be seeing her virtually so fuck it, I won’t be going into town to see her. I plan on getting my haircut and having real coffee at Starbucks before our appointment. I might get two coffees as the Stop and Shop K-cups suck. Even when I use the “strong” button on the Keurig it makes it weaker. Nothing I can do about it until I get my SNAP benefits on Wed. I might go to the store then and get the eggs, sugar, and coffee.
Last night I started a new book. It’s not really a memoir but sort of is. It’s a dissertation on Thinking about Suicide by David Webb. He holds his PhD in suicidology, the first to have this degree. I am not sure where he got it but I am interested to know more. He is from Australia. It’s an interesting book and easy to read. It is giving me ideas about my book that I am writing. I don’t think I am going to have chapters. I am up to 83 pages with my latest writing. I somehow got to come up with $500 for the editor. I might have to stop my Starbucks funds for a bit.
I am feeling worn out. I took the recycling and trash bags out of my room and had my niece put them in their respective bins. I managed to brush my teeth today. I didn’t shave though. I had dreams of my mother throughout the night, followed by headaches. Hope I get to have some decent sleep tonight.
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