I am trying to sleep, but my right leg is hurting like whoa. I didn't do anything to it as far as I know. It's like a deep burning ache and it hurts worse if I bend it. My right butt cheek hurts and the pain in my lower leg is mostly in the front. I've had this happen to my arm before, too. I have no idea what this is or how to stop it. Have any of you experienced anything similar?
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
First thought upon waking:
First thought upon waking:
I shouldn't sleep in this garbage can anymore.
Was I Oscar the Grouch in my dreams last night? 😂😂😂
Yesterday made the 2nd time...
Yesterday made the 2nd time that I found something in my ice water from Jack's. The first time it was something brown - maybe cardboard for all I know. But yesterday it was DEFINITELY a bug.
Now I'm sure people eat bugs in all sorts of things all the time, but I don't usually see it so it doesn't bother me. Like, I wouldn't KNOWINGLY eat something that had a bug mashed up in it or anything like that.
So today I'm doing breakfast at my house. I have a little coffee pot, some cold water, and some cheese and eggs, and grits. That's all I need.
Wish me luck. I hate to cook and I am not good at it. But I gotta do what I gotta do. I was nauseated all day yesterday after I found that bug. My stomach still turns when I think about it. Yuck.
Tuesday, March 11, 2014
Today I bought something...
Today I bought something I should have had all of my life: a step ladder. Why did that never occur to me before?!
Just made this payment to my mortgage company...
Just made this payment to my mortgage company. I didn't know I could pay that far into the past. I shall never pay a late fee again. Bluebird is awesome. 😛
Sunday, March 9, 2014
It's a lovely day...
It's a lovely day, but my thoughts are exactly the opposite. I probably should not be left alone with them. There is a rage burning inside me. A delicious, beautiful rage. I am feeling a great need to express it, but not yet. That's ok - my time will come. I feel strangely calm and patient. And quite powerful. I am not alone. I never have been. I couldn't be if I wanted to. They are with me, always.
Saturday, March 8, 2014
I had a much-needed day of relaxing. 😃
I had a much-needed day of relaxing. 😃
I spent a lot of the day on my ass watching Netflix. Cheer's, of course. While I was doing that I let Chupa and Emma play until I finally had to crate Chupa because she's just into ALL THE THINGS. The last straw was when she jumped on my nail table, knocked down my nail repair glue without me noticing, and then chewed it until she came to me making a face that clearly said "I have something bad in my mouth". She had punctured it, but just barely. I've watched her all day and she's fine, but my nail glue is ruined. I guess it's lucky for me that I have nubs right now.
After that me and Shaun went to Ft. McClellan to ride bikes. We went more places than usual. The weather was nice and my bike seat is positioned ALMOST perfectly. I rode mostly in comfort. 😂
On Shaun's suggestion we went to the pet cemetery there. I thought it was probably a bad idea because it would make me sad and I was right. But it also made me happy to see such beautiful memorials to pets. I figured it was just going to be a small, run-down kind of deal, but it was really nice with actual grave stones and looked like someone goes and tends it once in a while. There is a memorial there dated as recently as this past November, (though most of the rest of them are much older), so I guess it's still active.
On the way home we saw some deer. Like, a whole fucking flock of them. It was pretty cool although probably sad. Some fuckers think it's a great idea to mow down the trees at McClellan so the deer probably had nowhere else to be. 😕
Anyway, I hope that tomorrow is as nice. I am planning to see my dad, and Shaun said he'd be up for walking Emma and Teyla tomorrow, so yay for that. 🙂
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| At the entrance of the Pet Cemetery on McClellan. |
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| The flock of deer. This is pretty close to the Lowe's in Anniston. This is, sadly, what's left of the trees. |
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