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7:25 am

I’m hiding again. I need time to brain in the morning, now. I can’t comprehend much until I’ve had my coffee (three cups minimum) and time for my meds to kick in. If I don’t I’m grouchy as hell, and can’t deal.

I have a lot to reading to do here. Sorry I haven’t been keeping up. It’s just the way I’ve been physically feeling. It’s like walking through thick, sticky, tar that has gotten hot in the sun.

::knock on wood:: I feel “ok” this morning. My normal. Not exhausted, just tired. Not in a pain flare, just in pain.

Which reminds me I need to stop and get ibuprofen before going to work. I’m sure that I’ll forget.

Don’t let me forget.

9:23 am

Knocking on wood didn’t help. I feel horrible now. So so tired, my joints are aching, and I have an annoying headache.

Plus, the Alpenhorn called and said they didn’t need me today. Granted, I feel like shit, but I need the damn money. I had a feeling that they were going to call. They only had one booking for this weekend and the restaurant didn’t have but… three? I think? Reservations. I’ll be working Sunday, though.

So after I write this sentence, I’m going to go get the clothes to deliver to the nursing home, go to the bank, and stop and get that ibuprofen.

2:09 pm

While I was at the store I picked up another bag of spinach and a bag of apples to make more juice. Right now I have to have Pam do the apples with the slicer thingy we have because I can’t press down on it. But it seems like doing the rest of the stuff made it hurt, too. ooooh… wait. I vacuumed and didn’t have my brace on. I know I used my left hand for most of that task. That’s pretty stupid of me.

I need to distract myself from the pain somehow, but I don’t know what I can do. I can’t freakin’ color, I don’t want to watch TV because I know I’ll fall asleep. There isn’t anything that I find interesting. Feh.

I ordered the supplements that I put on my list. Money I shouldn’t be spending, but if there is any chance of feeling better… ::sigh::

It seems like I can’t deal with the pain/fatigue like I usually can. Is it really that much worse, or is it me just tired of fighting it?

Oh yay. They added freezing drizzle to the forecast. Criminy I can’t wait till spring.

6:23 pm

I’ll end it with this.

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