If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell? #WPDP

If you were going to open up a shop, what would you sell?

I would sell books, out dated and current.

What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time? #WPDP

What is the most important thing to carry with you all the time?

Aside from my epipen, my phone. I carry it everywhere.

Saturday Blog 12082023

Saturday Blog 12082023

I woke up dreading the day. I woke up so much later than I wanted to. I had another night of weird dreams and headaches. So much broken sleep made me not want to get up so I just stayed in bed. I finally got up because I was hungry. It was 1530. I fucking hated getting up so late. I had two cups of coffee and made some eggs, with no cheese. The cheese was all stuck together and I just didn’t want to deal with it. This is how cranky I was. I hate my fucking life. The towels are still not folded and my sister put a bunch of Tupperware on the kitchen table. Why, I don’t know.

After drinking my second cup of coffee, I went back to my room to fill out the cab vouchers and put on my sneakers. I was contemplating how to go from one end of town to the other to pick up my med that I have been without the past two nights. I just decided to do one task at a time. I called the cab and then went downstairs to grab a couple of reusable bags then went outside to wait for it. I should have had the cab wait for me as I was in the store for maybe ten minutes. I got what I needed and then went home. I put the stuff away and then did my meds for the week. As I did this, I drank some water. I also checked the ballgame as it was playing. We are losing right now 6-1. After I did my meds for the week, I checked the bus schedule. No rest for the weary as the bus was coming. Ugh. I put my sneakers on and left.

The bus dropped me off at the Square. I didn’t know if I wanted something to drink or not. I have three dollars left to me until I get paid again. I got my med and then missed the bus on the way home. I had to wait another twenty minutes for the next one. I was tired already and I had started out with negative spoons. I thought about making the chocolate pie today but I am too damn tired. I will make it tomorrow.

I stopped in the store to get a chocolate bar on the way home. I needed chocolate badly. I figure I deserve it as I did my errands for the day. I still hate my life. I am so fucking tired. I walked almost 3,000 steps. I don’t know what time I am going to take my meds. I had been taking them between 1900 and 1930. I was hoping for some sleep improvement but no such luck. I set a couple of alarms for tomorrow so I would be up to make the sauce and pie. I hope I bought enough pasta. They had medium size bags of cavatellis so I grabbed two. I have no idea how many ounces they were. I just know if I have another crappy sleep, I am going to be in a bitchy mood tomorrow again. I hate being in a bitchy mood.

just wasn’t the one

Just wasn’t the one

I had a very rough night with bad dreams and headaches. I woke up much later than planned, even though I went to bed at a reasonable time, though it was a little later. The Sox won and it was hard for me to go to bed right away. I woke up feeling like shit. I had to shower and go to the grocery store. I had two cups of coffee with some toast. The headache sort of went away but was still there. I dreaded showering and going out. I finally went and took a shower, shaving my armpits. I didn’t do the face as I just wasn’t in the mood to lather shaving cream on and do a proper shave. I took a shower and was so exhausted afterwards. I had to lay on my bed undressed for a while. I pondered about going to the grocery store. I even took out the cab vouchers but I just couldn’t get myself to call a cab. I just wanted to stay home, in bed. I ended up cooking some chicken I took out last night. I thought maybe some food will give me energy to go out. Nope. I went back to my room.

I had just logged on my laptop when my sister knocked. She wanted to know why I didn’t do the dishes in the sink or fold the towels that I washed two days ago. I told her I didn’t feel good but that wasn’t a good enough excuse for her. She is such a bitch. The dishes in the sink aren’t even mine, they are either hers or her kids. I am so sick of being the one stuck with keeping the kitchen today just BECAUSE I AM HOME. My sister just doesn’t get it. I have been dealing with depression since the other night. I wish I were dead. I would probably be back in the hospital if I went to the ED for it. I have no active plans to harm myself but it wouldn’t take much to come up with one. I am tired of defending my disability to her. I have fallen on deaf ears.

I just want to fucking cry. I can’t go to bed early because I will be up in the middle of the night. If I go to bed after 10pm I am more likely to have bad dreams and wake up with headaches. I just don’t know anymore. The headaches weren’t severe so I didn’t take anything for them. I’ve had a low level headache all day. It’s like a ring around my head hurts. I feel like I am wearing one of my baseball caps but I am not. My side is cramping so I took some Ativan and Robaxin. Sox are playing the Tigers. I haven’t decided if I am going to listen to the game. Sale is back today and is on the mound tonight. I might listen to a couple of innings. I need a distraction as my mood is in the tank.

I posted on one of the FTM support groups about my waist becoming smaller but still having a fat belly. I haven’t lost any weight. I think the fat is just being redistributed because of the testosterone. I have no idea how to get rid of the belly fat. I have been watching what I eat but some days I just get tempted to eat something fatty and sugary. There is a dessert I want to make for Sunday. I might just make a chocolate pie instead of the Oreo dessert. I don’t think I can afford all the ingredients. I have no idea how much the pasta is going to be and if I can’t find big bags, I will have to buy at least 4 smaller ones. I am just stressed out about it. I still need to buy more half and half too for coffee.

I see these memes for chronic pain and I just want to share them with my PCP or sister. I just found one that has barbed wired on both legs with the don’t tell someone with chronic pain to exercise. Because this is what it feels like. I feel it because sometimes it does feel that way or feels like cement is tied to the legs. So damn hard just walking to the bus stop some days.