i think i need to turn off the most dangerous heart-wrenching near death videos and turn on some of the safety of the Firefly universe.
today i will finally go in, look at my dresser and stare it down. i will hang and fold clothes until i get to the top of the dresser itself. i will find things i have been missing and have an immense sense of accomplishment once it's done. i spent almost a full day in the hospital thinking of nothing but how to conquer my dresser. i managed to get the floor of the studio cleaned up. the dresser will be easy in comparison.
the muscle pains are still managable. a little weird, though. i've been having "charly horses" in different parts of my body, like my stomach muscles or my feet. i don't mind them, my head is as quiet as it gets and i love it. and without the drowsiness or incoherence of seroquel. M says he can tell when i'm on my meds. at least someone can. doc can probably tell, too. i just can't because it doesn't knock me out. i feel a little drowsy, but then, i got up early this morning.
i think it's time to make some eggs or have some cereal. it's the cymbalta that makes me queasy, that's why i was taking it in split doses. now i take it all in the morning and a banana just isn't enough to stop the nausea. i'm relieved, i was thinking i had some sort of stomach flu. i got the flu shot in the hospital, and expect to have another glorious and nearly sick free winter. like last year.
i plan to make this past visit to the hospital my last for a while. i crave the structure of it, but i can set that up for myself.
ooh, time to go make coffee for doc.
Concrete Blonde - (Love Is A) Blind ambition