got a haircut and other things

Got haircut and other things

Since last Friday, I have been meaning to get my haircut. I couldn’t stand it being long on top anymore because the bangs were getting in my face and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t tuck them in under my ballcap. It was annoying the crap out of me. I didn’t feel like going out because I had a rough sleep but I got out anyways. I got a ride to the square from my cousin who saw me at the bus stop. I had left early because it was a nice day and I knew if I waited, I might have changed my mind about going out.

We talked while in the car. This is the cousin that has bipolar disorder. We get along okay but sometimes he is annoying because he asks the same questions three different times. He said he’ll call me tonight. I won’t hold my breath. I appreciated the ride. I got my Starbucks and a sandwich. I was hungry but couldn’t finish the sandwich after I got ¾ the way through. I tried writing in my journal. I don’t know why it’s been so hard to write in it lately. I must have written two paragraphs and then left to get my haircut. I just could crank out anything.

There wasn’t a line at the barber shop so I got my favorite barber. He cut it good and I was happy to have the long hair gone. The sides and back are baldy, just the way I like it. It will grow in, in two weeks time. I will get another cut then. My hair grows fairly quick.

I didn’t want to take two showers today so I didn’t take one before I left the house. I will after I write this blog or after dinner to get the excess hair off my head. It always feels good to shower after a cut. I had received an email about my debit card being compromised by some merchant and that I will be receiving a new card. Just as a precaution, I took down my card at the various places online that I have my card stored. It’s going to suck learning a new number because I have had the same number for so long.

I got home and I was wet. I had to pee and I guess I leaked more than I thought I did. Fucking CES. This is getting to be a problem and I am not liking it at all. It’s just killing my dignity. I’m having to shower more frequently and I don’t like that because it annoys my ankle. I can usually sneak them in the morning. That way if it wears me out, I can rest for a bit before having to leave the house or I can just stay home. It all depends on what is going on for that day. Friday I have my psych appt. I almost called her last night before I posted the ugly blog. I was just feeling miserable. Writing the blog helped, like it usually does.

I wish I didn’t wake up in the middle of the night, again. I got to stop drinking after a certain point so I don’t wake up with a full bladder. Also didn’t help that I slept with my thermal socks on so I was fricken hotter than a hot potato. I took them off and forgot to put them on the floor so was sleeping with them. I thought that was cute. I found one sock on one side of me and the other on the other side of me. Just glad I found the pair. I hate when I misplace socks, especially my favorite ones.

I feel ugly

I feel ugly

I haven’t been feeling right the past few days. I feel ugly, sad, depressed, out of sorts. At times I want to end my life very bad but somehow I just keep plugging along. I am thinking of going into the hospital and anyone that knows me, knows this isn’t a light decision. I hate going in the hospital and will only go as my last, very last, resort. I just think it might be an option to keep me safe for a few days or a week or until they piss me off and I want to leave.

I woke up about an hour or so ago because my bladder woke me up. I had several messages on my phone. I took my pain meds and went to the bathroom. I didn’t feel like clearing the messages. When I came back to my room, I looked over the messages. I had one from a friend, saying she had been in a car accident. No other information was given. I hate when people do that. Just pisses me off.

I feel no one cares about me. I know there are people that do but it’s like I have this shield around me and I just can’t feel it. I feel like they would be better off without me in their lives. It’s like I am just a hassle for them and I just bring them down all the time. I am tired of feeling like everyone’s go to person and then when I need support, I don’t get it or people just freak out because I do need support. I feel like I am just better off not asking people for help.

My ankle/foot is bothering me. I just took a strong pain pill because the regular pills aren’t working. Pain is just too severe. I am tired and want to go back to sleep but my thoughts are milling around. And I got a fricken Toby Keith song stuck in my head the last few days on repeat. He had posted the lyrics to the song on his Twitter account and I had to listen to the song. Now I regret it. I don’t know why some songs stay in my head long after I listen to them and other times they don’t. The song is really loud tonight and I don’t know why. I wish I had a pause button or some other kind of volume control.

tiring Tuesday

Tiring Tuesday

I woke up in the middle of the night because of pain. I couldn’t go back to sleep right away so I wrote a blog and that seems to have settled me down some. I woke up feeling like shit so I wasn’t going to go out or make bacon like I wanted to. I just had a bowl of cereal and then went back to sleep.

I must have been hungry because I kept dreaming about food. My mother called me twice. The first time I didn’t answer it. I didn’t feel like it. The second time I had to or she would have been worried. She wanted to know what I wanted for dinner. I told her I didn’t care. She asked why I was home and I said because of pain. She ended up making pork chops. They were good.

My therapist responded to the email I sent him. He didn’t give me another appointment this week nor did he say anything about it. He just said to bring in the list of problems/concerns next week. Great. Now I got to write up the list. There are only a few things I want on it. I probably will do it later this week.

I am tired and want to go back to sleep. I had wanted to have a STTNG marathon but doesn’t look like that is going to happen. I might watch an episode or two later, if I don’t go back to sleep.

woke up and can’t go back to sleep

Woke up and can’t go back to sleep

I woke up to use the bathroom and then have something to eat. Now I can’t go back to sleep. I wrote two emails before I went to bed. One was to my psych telling her how I was doing as I was in severe pain. I also told her how therapy was going. Then before I went to sleep, I emailed my therapist to ask him a few questions and to see if I could get another session this week. I am just feeling vulnerable and need the extra support.

I haven’t heard from my girlfriend in three days now. We had a short exchange on Friday but that was it. I probably will hear from her later today. I miss our chats.

I think next month I am going to buy a new laptop. The one that I am using right now is having problems with the screen and the cooling fan is making much more noise than it did before. I fear it is going to stop working all together and then it will break down. I just don’t know if I should get the 11” or the 14”. The consensus on Facebook is to get the 14” so I might go with that as it has I think it has more USB ports. I was writing it down in my notebook the stats so I could refer to it but I didn’t note the USB. I will have to look again as one had three and the other had two. The price is relatively the same for what I want loaded on it. Neither comes with a DVD/RW so will either have to use my laptop for that or buy an external one. I would have to buy software to play DVDs if I do. That is another 80 bucks so I am not sure I want to spend that much as that will jack up the price to around $600, for either laptop.

I had put lidocaine on my Achilles before I went to sleep and that seemed to help bring the pain down. Now my CRPS ankle, which is my bad one, is hurting me. I am not sure if it woke me up or not as it was close to the time I had to take my meds. Seems my body knows when I need a dose of meds more than I do. Usually around five hours after a dose it when I need the next one. I try to extend the time to six hours but it’s sometimes not possible. I see my PCP at the end of the month and I hope he would have changed his mind about giving me a longer acting pain med. If I can get at least eight hours of relief, that would be great. It would last me through the night and I won’t be up in the middle of the night.

I want to get my haircut done today but I don’t know if that is going to happen as I am up in the middle of the night again. I guess it depends on how I feel later today when I get up. I want to make bacon. I need to rest today so I might get my haircut done tomorrow. It all depends on what my energy levels are later.

I saw in country news that Billy Ray Cyrus will be changing his name to just Cyrus. I love his music. When he was playing a doctor in New York city (I forget the name of the show), I loved it and bought his album. There was song I fell in love with but I can’t think of it now and it’s not on Amazon music. Apparently, he is going to re-record his hit single, Achy Breaky Heart. I listened to it the other day when I was playing songs on YouTube. I started playing Toby Keith and it continued to play a bunch of country artists that I haven’t heard on the radio in a long time, like George Strait, Brooks and Dunn, and Cyrus. It was great listening to the old country songs. I wish they played them on the radio but now they play the new artist and the music just sucks.