Song: “Another Somebody Done Somebody Wrong Song” by B.J. Thomas
Mood: 6
Nightmares: 4+
Very short post because I really need to get to bed.
I slept very poorly last night and spent a lot of time awake because of nightmares. I woke J up several times by talking in my sleep, and spent almost two hours in total overnight hiding and trying to be quiet while I had panic attacks. I don’t understand how I can get hit with more than one panic attack about the same thing at night, particularly after taking my evening medications and some PRNs during the first one. So yeah, not much sleep at all.
The plumbing company called around noon and said the plumber would be onsite in 15-20 minutes. I took some PRNs to be on the safe side (particularly after last night) and about 20 minutes later, he arrived and got to work cleaning the line. They’ve upgraded since the last time we had them over, with new camera systems that are pretty fantastic. I sent a picture of it to J and she said it reminded her of the kind of picture you get out of one of those deep-sea ROVs:
He was very pleasant and didn’t mind me fluttering around and hitting him with piles of questions. I tried my best to keep from asking him if he could work faster or if he really needed to do various things.
After that was all done, I talked to my folks on the phone and had another good conversation. They’re both still quite interested in the sewing machine stuff. I’m still a little surprised but very pleased.
Between half nodding off and chasing ghosts (Jesus, some days are more frustrating than others), I did a lot more research into how patterns work and some sewing basics. I want to be able to start making useful things soon, not just mitts with holes in them or lots of parallel stitch lines on an old teacloth.
I ordered groceries over the Internet two days ago and J stopped by the store to pick them up. It’s a neat little service – you just park in a particular spot, call, and they bring the groceries out to you. Well, J got home and we started unloading the car and taking the bags upstairs, and something didn’t look right. Turns out they mistook our order for someone else’s, so J had to go back and get things swapped around. Fortunately, it worked out OK.
I’ve been giving a lot more thought to the charity stuff, particularly as it pertains to mental health and homelessness. I think there are quite a few little things I can do that might help someone out and make me feel like I’m worth the air I breathe. I hope I can make it work.
J and I started in on the seventh season of Parks and Recreation. I’m a little confused with what’s going on, and I don’t really like the new dynamic and direction. To me, it feels like they weren’t expecting to get renewed and now need to figure out how things are going to work after how last season ended. Going to have to go back and watch them all again I think.
I have a Dr W appointment tomorrow. I don’t want to go – I wish we could do our appointments by phone or video chat. I need to remember to ask him if the beanbag idea is a good one or if they’re not a good thing to have on the ward.
Stay safe.