Song: “Party Pops Medley” by Russ Conway
Mood: 6
Nightmares: 0
Ghosts: Lots
Well, I fell asleep on the couch again last night. And the night before that, too. That brings me up to three nights in a row. I don’t think I’ve changed anything other than that medication reduction but maybe I’m waiting until too late to head to bed. It’s not the end of the world and it’s what Dr C and I are working on, but the headaches, sore throats, and fogginess get old fast.
The last two days have been alright. I’ve spent more time chasing ghosts than usual but I think it’s because I haven’t been sleeping well. I’ve kept myself busy, puffed around on the treadmill, and kept quite busy. It’s a lot colder out so I have been even less inclined to go outside than usual.
Volunteering at the church didn’t work out this week after all, but like I said, I didn’t mind not having to go outside today. I’ll try again next week.
Looks like I may have an opportunity to “move up” in STO. With the drama the other day, there are now some empty fleet slots and I may be able to set one up with the group I already know. Good thing is it’s just a game so if it’s not for me I can go back – no harm, no foul.
I spent some time today pondering my situation – how I got here, why I got here, how things are, and where to go from here. I didn’t make much in the way of progress but I have more notes now at least…
Tomorrow is the appointment with the lungologist. The more I think about it, the more I really don’t want to go. It’s cold, it’s downtown, it’s a doctor, and it’s another test. I’ve pretty much had my fill of CT scans and the various probulators. I’m crossing my fingers that tomorrow ends up being like the kidney appointment last week was – the final one for my lung stuff and I’ll be done with it. Being broken, fat, and knowing 839 doctors by name sucks.
Stay safe.