high pollen days suck

High pollen days suck

Today the pollen count is again at a 10+. I am sneezing a lot and my sister has the damn door and windows open. My brother in law is painting the bathroom so the smell from the paint is not helping. It is low odor but still has a scent to it. I haven’t brushed my teeth yet. I probably will later or before bed. I need to use listerine because I had some food stuck in my broken tooth and it irritated my gums. I see the dentist on Wed. They are probably going to yell at me because I only brush my teeth once a day. I have been more consistent with it, which is an improvement. I haven’t showered yet. Probably tomorrow.

I was reading the Paraguayan book for my Anthro class and I had to stop mid chapter because it kept talking about how the men abused the women, raping them and “owning” them. I can only read so much about it before it bothers me. This book is terrible, I mean the reading of this stuff not necessarily of the writing. There is an article I need to read and then it is all this book. I will read it later. I just looked for it and it isn’t on the damn blackboard. Fucking fuck with this class.

My sister ordered pizza for lunch. They were going through my mother’s things. I was calling around to nursing homes to see if they took clothing donations. Most of the people weren’t there as it was Sunday. I will call tomorrow for a few more places. I wish I could take a bag and bring it to the hospital I was staying at in 2022. People often come in with just jonnies on and have no clothes to change into when they get discharged.

It’s nice out today. I read for a bit outside but the wind made it chilly. I finally slept through the night. I got up before noon as I wanted to read before the game. It’s going on now. Sox have taken the lead but there was a 1st and 3rd with one out situation when I last looked at the game. I love that baseball is back. It is my top favorite game. Sox win 5-4.

I have therapy tomorrow. I don’t really know what to talk about. I forget what we last talked about. I got so busy with studying I really didn’t do much for therapy stuff. I don’t remember what we talked about last week. This is why I blog about my sessions because I never remember them otherwise. Baseball and my psych class took precedent. If it wasn’t for the fact I had it in my calendar, I don’t even think I would remember what day we met. I just looked at my past blogs and I don’t think I wrote about my last session. I had to study. I know I went to reading the book after session.

I had my meds delivered but I still need to pick up one more from the pharmacy around the corner. I will pick it up tomorrow. I don’t know if I will go out or not. I have a lot of reading to do this week. I only had two slices of pizza but I am so fully even though it has been at least four hours since I last ate. I should eat something but I don’t know what. I had some cheese with my coffee earlier. I wanted some crackers but I think someone ate them.

any thoughts?