Lump of Coal

I just woke up from a nap. It’s almost two in the morning. I am having a hard time going back to sleep. I don’t want to play my game because I know I will be up all night if I do.

I still feel awful. I think that is one reason I can’t sleep. I know I made the mistake of going to sleep before 2000 was wrong. I really was just expecting just to sleep for about an hour, take my meds, and then sleep for the night. That didn’t happen. Luckily my phone was beeping that woke me up to take my meds otherwise I might not have woken up. My battery would have been dead because I was playing my MP3 player. I had Mary Chapin playing. I am now playing Casey James’ new song “Fall Apart”.

I feel like such a loser. I finished my big blog post about CAMS and I should feel proud of that because it took so much mental energy to write it. But I don’t feel anything. I feel like a lump of coal. I hate feeling like this. I can’t say that I wish I was happy. I don’t believe in happiness. Like any other emotion, it stays with you for a little while and then disappears so why strive to be happy. I rather feel content. And I don’t feel that way right now. I have fallen into the abyss of depression. The black dog has returned. I don’t want to do a damn thing tomorrow but I have to go to my father’s to give him something that my sister bought. It’s supposed to be yucky out. I am not looking forward to going out.

Saturday I went over his house to fill his med case for the week. I wish someone would fill mine every week. He is so spoiled. But this way here I can keep track of the meds he is taking versus not taking. It is cold in my room. I just took off my long sleeved T shirt because I was hot and now I am cold. I better not be getting sick.

I just checked my stats for last night. HOLY COW. Before my nap, I was at 34 views of the day. It shot up to 82 after my blog posting. I am amazed at my readership. I thank you all for reading my blog, even though I think I write nonsense sometimes.

I just finished playing my game. I know I said I wasn’t going to play but I had some crops that I needed to harvest for a timed mission. I don’t think I am going to finish by the end. It is going to be very close if I do. I have 5 days to complete this mission and I still need a ton of stuff. Usually, I skip the timed missions because it is a pain in the ass, but this time I thought I would try it, just to challenge myself.

I am getting hungry. I should have brought up the yogurt my sister was going to give me. It’s the rest of the Greek yogurt my niece had for cooking. She made some amazing Greek yogurt sugar cookies that were so good. It was like a biscuit but a sugar cookie. It was very good. She also made some other cookies that were excellent. I don’t know how I am going to lose weight when I am surrounded by cookies. I am a cookie monster. It is my kryptonite. My niece also made a chocolate cake that was very good for my mother’s birthday. She made everything from scratch. She loves cooking my niece! She once made these scones that were out of this world. They were the best scones I ever had. Her boyfriend bought her a huge mixer for Christmas. She was so happy, she cried.

Yesterday, or should I say Saturday as it is now Monday? Anyways, as I was watching the previews to the football game, I was so emotional. I kept on crying. It wasn’t sadness that made me cry, it was sheer joy that the Pats were in the playoffs, again. I hope they are able to beat Luck and the Colts.

Meds are kicking in now so I think I will stop here and try and go back to sleep.

Quitting time

Quitting time

Quitting time is one of my favorite songs by Mary Chapin Carpenter. It is the song that I sent my ex to officially break up. It didn’t happen. Months later she contacted me, then blocked me on Facebook and I haven’t heard from her since. I think I might have thought of it when I was going through some hard times with my therapist.

Right now, it feels like it should be my quitting time. I haven’t been able to get out of the funk I am in. My therapist is supposed to let me know if she has an opening tomorrow. I kind of don’t want to talk to her. I just want her to leave me alone. But the more I try pushing her away, the more sessions I get. It doesn’t go in my favor. I just don’t feel like talking when I am in this type of funk.

I am supposed to go to PT tomorrow but I might cancel it because of the weather. It’s supposed to snow and if there is a lot, I am not going out in it. My ankle is still going to bother me no matter what they try to do. I don’t think going to PT is going to help me. I was hopeful before but now, since I feel so hopeless, I don’t think the same way. I just feel so worthless and have the “why bothers”.

I got to call my doctor’s office tomorrow as I think I need something for this cough that won’t go away. It is worse when I go up stairs and I can’t catch my breath. Then I start wheezing. I just get so congested. I haven’t been running any fevers or feel sick. I just have this cough that just won’t go away.

I feel like giving up. I don’t have anything keeping me here. I feel so awful, day in and day out. Part of me knows this is temporary but I am just tired of fighting it all the time. Why can’t I just give up? Why can’t I just take my life? I am worthless and useless. I can’t shake these feelings. I have tried distraction, music, showering, etc. I still don’t feel any better. I am in pain with my ankle and that brings me down further. I really just want to end my life and be done with it. It’s quitting time.

Just useless

Been listening to country music on the radio most of the day. I didn’t go to my doc appointment today because I didn’t want to freeze my ass off in the cold. So I spent the day trying to work on this blog that is driving me nuts at this point. It is already six pages long yet not even 1500 words. I still have five pages of notes to type up. I think that will be a task for tomorrow. My brain is fried.

Ankle has been acting up the last few hours. It hurts and at times, cramping up. I don’t know why as I have been on my bed resting for most of the day. The only time I have left my room is to eat and go to the bathroom. I did stand to make my breakfast and lunch. I probably will have to stand to make my dinner, too. It is going to love that. I really just want to take a nap. I have been up since six o’clock.

I did some searching to see if I could find the article that is in one of my previous blogs. I wanted the hard copy so I can read it as it has been a while. I have been unable to find the actual journal that it is in so finding the hard copy was a good thing. I would have printed it out but I don’t have a printer. It is on my list of things to get this year.

My mood has tanked today. I found myself seriously thinking of ending my life. It is becoming more prominent than a passing thought. I texted my therapist about chatting with her but have not heard back, yet. I just feel really worthless, like what I am doing doesn’t matter to anyone. I feel like my blogs are worthless. That my writing is shit. And I just don’t want to be anymore. I rather be in a hole in the ground than be above ground. I am just useless.

Sunday with no (Pats) football

My Pats aren’t playing today. I have to wait till Saturday. Boo. So I went to my father’s to do his medication for the week. I still don’t think he is taking his meds, and I yelled at him today for not taking his water pill every day. It’s one thing to miss one pill, but a whole week? That is just not acceptable! I know I am not 100% compliant with my meds, there are days that I don’t take all my 12 pills a day but that is ONE day, not 6! I know the consequences of not taking my medication. Unfortunately, my father doesn’t.

I have been slowly blocking people on Facebook that are my gamer friends because they are annoying as all hell. They play the game religiously and if you “cheat” they tell on you, like you did something dreadfully wrong. Personally, I don’t know how you can “cheat” with this game, unless you buy horseshoes to advance in the missions. But then, it’s their money and who am I to say what to do with it. So this person I just blocked because he kept on divulging the “cheaters”. I also blocked people that said they played the game but haven’t in more than a month. I play this game when I can. And now they have a timed mission that you have to plant crops that are 12 hours to harvest. The game gives you two weeks to complete the mission. In addition to the crops, there are some other things you have to complete that I know is going to take longer than 2 weeks. But I play because I like the challenge. I am not working, nor do I have to worry about short timed crops because for the next two weeks I will just have longer timed crops.

Which should leave me plenty of time to work on this blog that I am slowly picking away at. Right now I don’t think it makes much sense. I got the bibliography done the other night. Now I just need to write up my notes and I think I will have a paper. The hardest thing about this is that there is so much information that I am trying to condense into a smaller portion of so people can look at the book for more information. I have started with the history and moved to the theory and then the assessment tool. It is a little overwhelming to me as I have not done something like this in quite some time. I feel like I am writing an essay for a group of professors that might reject it (my Twitter audience).

My mood has been up and down since coming home from my father’s. I really want to drink but I know that won’t solve anything. My ankle just exploded after I cooked my dinner. I think I stood too long between waiting for the bus and then cooking just pushed it to the limits. I fucking hate not being able to stand for any length of time. I don’t see how physical therapy is going to help me. I am just so pissed off that the therapist canceled and I didn’t get a rescheduled appointment. I was just told to wait two weeks. GGRRRR. I just had enough of being in pain, every single day. It’s really wearing me out. I have no energy to fight it anymore. I just pop some pills and continue doing whatever I am doing until the side effects knock me out. You would think that after being on the same medication for years you would be immune to side effects but nope. Not happening. Drives me fucking nuts.