a day of being out

A day of being out

I woke up a few times before noon to pee. I took my meds around 8am. I finally got up around noon. I brushed my teeth but didn’t do much else. I had a doctor’s appt in an hour and a half. I decided to take a Lyft rather than deal with the T. I got there early. My pcp was able to see me as the 1pm didn’t show. We talked for nearly an hour. She said the ultrasound was for the cyst on my kidney. I forgot about that. Then she ordered blood work. We talked about the weight loss drug and my pain. She said it was ok to take the pain meds every day if I needed to. I went to get my blood drawn and the MA couldn’t get me so I had to go to the lab upstairs. I was stuck three times. I was not happy.

After the appt, I walked to the station and my back started to act up. Of all the things we talked about, I forgot to bring up my back. Fuck. I had to sit and rest halfway to the station. I went to the Square to pick up my migraine med. On the way home I picked up the last of my meds.

I came home and was tired. But I had to eat something. I made a bologna sandwich. I bought some chips so I could have it with it. I tried to take a nap but I had to take the migraine med. Then my sister called me saying she was making chicken cutlets. I stayed down with her for a bit and had some chicken.

Sox won last night. They are still playing late. I think I am going to go to bed early. I got a headache. I hate these late games.

any thoughts?