I woke up at 3 am, after having gone to bed early Sunday evening. My oldest daughter really upset me. She did not agree with something that I had posted on a social media site. We messaged each other about it, back and forth on messenger. After basically reaching a standstill, ( and this was very difficult to have to do), I blocked her from contacting me on that site + she has no way of seeing my posts. Yesterday evening, after all of that drama, I laid down on my couch to watch the news, but I was so stressed that I could actually feel that my heart rate had increased. That was when I came to the ultimate conclusion, that what I had to do, I had to do. It was just the week before last, when I was admitted to the hospital with angina. I do not need a lot of upset in my life. I woke up, off and on last night over the situation. Anne knows where I live, and knows my home phone number, if she would like to reach me, and treat me with respect, as I believe she should do, because I am her mother.
I took the 9:07 am express bus up to Dollar General, to do some end of the month shopping. I took the regular route bus home, and was back by 11 am. My friend brought a grocery cart down for me. I paid him $5.00
I am expecting my meals on wheels, this afternoon. I heard that they closed the local senior center, due to the director’s contracting Covid-19.
Thank God for my medications. I was feeling a little down and anxious after I returned home, but after taking my Gabapentin (midday dose), and a Hydroxizine HCL tablet (Vistaril), I have calmed down, considerably. More later.