Another weekend down. I was so busy last week, i didn’t really have time to sit and think about all that has gone wrong in my life. All i could do was keep going. I saw the therapist on Friday morning. I think I mentioned it already. Either way, she seemed okay. She didn’t feel that i have ocd…but for me…what i do every morning is out of the ordinary for me. I never was one to get up and do things the same way. I would just get up and go with the flow. I got here and all of a sudden i have to be on a schedule.
Last night was like any other. I took my lithium, dozed off about 1030, woke between 1230-0100…spent two hours trying to go back to sleep. i get up wander around the house in the dark, Tob stares at me through his cat eyes and wonders what the fuck i’m doing up and moving, especially when he was comfortable laying on me and now has no body heat. but he eventually says fuck it, closes his eyes and stretches one last time then licks his paw and goes back to sleep without me. i on the other hand, continue to wander. i blow my nose because this constant sinusitis problem i have that translates into the never ending sinus infection from hell. i realize that once again…if i’m not congested, my nose is utterly dry as hell and now i have a bloody nose. so i tack on another 30 minutes to get it to stop bleeding, then i lay back down, pull the covers over my face and pray i can get some more sleep before i have to be up. Continue reading
