marvelous time ruining everything

Marvelous time ruining every thing

I got up and felt good. I took my meds but I didn’t want to get out of bed. I went back to sleep for a couple of hours. I got up around noon. I checked my messages on my phone and also checked the board for my class but the professor hasn’t posted anything yet. I had a cup of coffee and then got dressed to get my labs done.

I felt ok walking. The streets were clear for the most part. I avoided areas that weren’t shoveled. I mistimed the bus and had to wait like 20 minutes. I just put my earbuds in and listened to Taylor. It was cold and I put an extra layer on as my coat isn’t that warm. It used to have a middle layer but I took it out and have no idea what happened to it. I think the zipper broke and I got rid of it. When I got to the hospital, I stopped for a few minutes at a seating area. My legs still flare up on me. If the online class works out, I might do the rest of my classes online if they are available.

I went to the lab and they had to stick me twice to get blood. Then I cathed to give a urine sample as I didn’t have an urge to go. I knew it was going to be tricky. I tried to drink a lot but I still had no urge when I was there. I am glad I brought the caths with me.

I went home and the bus wasn’t going to there for another 25 mins. I waited inside until I got a sneeze attack and then went outside to wait for it. The bus was loaded with a lot of people and there was a woman who was preaching something as the bus pulled away. She was making such a commotion. I just closed my eyes and listened to my music. She piped down after no one was giving her attention.

I haven’t eaten anything today. I am not really hungry. I probably will have a turkey sandwich. Yesterday I made a turkey sandwich with stuffing and cranberry sauce. It was so fucking good. I kind of want a PB&J so I don’t know what I will make.

I am so tired. Last night I think was the first time I slept from like 1am to 8am, with no interruptions. I didn’t take the trazodone last night. I wanted to see how I would do without it. If I can repeat this tonight, I might stop it and let my psychiatrist know. What my therapist said the other day about my dreams being psychological is sticking in my head. I am so annoyed. I asked a friend if experiencing headaches with dreams was psychological and he said it isn’t usual. I didn’t think it was. I can’t control my dreaming.