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And so...my insomnia is back with a vengeance. Well...it never really left. It's just becoming worse again. How can this be normal?! I remember being like this when I was merely 6 years old. Hiding it from my mother...heh. She used to catch me doodling out of boredom. "You're drawing is keeping you up! Go to bed!" Oh, how she had that backwards. No mother, my drawing was keeping me from going insane with frustration. The dark ceiling at night can only keep you entertained for so long, especially at 6 years old. :-P I wish I could say that my body can function like this, but it can't. It did alright for a while there...but as I get older, the functioning becomes more difficult, and certainly less adequate. I so rarely have a clear head. Sigh. It effects every other aspect of my life, too. And I just know, and I mean KNOW, that if I could just...sleep, and have it be restful sleep (when I do sleep, I feel just as exhausted, it's pathetic) that things in life would be easier. Not necessarily fall into place, I'm not that naive, but maybe be more....attainable.
So what else is going on this ol' gals life...
Still working at PCCS. Almost 3 years. Can you imagine? The pay is LOUSY, but they're so flexible...it guess the pros and cons balance out, for the more part. With me being sick so often, I'm really lucky I can even hold a job. I enjoy talking with the sales agents on the phone, the banter back and forth with them can be fun. I've gotten incresibly good at sounding chipper on the phone while pounding my head into the desk or while being yelled at by a moron.
Still leading the solitary life. But ohh...that's an entire entry on its own. And probably one that never sees the light of day. :-P
I'm even living alone again! It CAN be lonely. Especially with my hermit attitude. Oh well. I thoroughly enjoy walking around in my underwear though, hehe. I am...so incredibly happy to NOT being living with my older brother anymore. He and I are definetly two people who should never, ever live together. I could also write and entire entry on how I retaliated, or how I fell into a slump of just not giving a damn about the house anymore...but I'm free of all of that. We get along sooo much better now. I'm just waiting for him to start whining about the bills. Oh wait! He's already started that...-rolls her eyes-
I going to start focusing in on my health again more. Not that I don't think about it constantly as it is...type 1 diabetes has a way with sticking to your brain, after all. But...in the what I eat and how I exercise. I need to exercise. I'm not getting any, unless you want to count walking to my car. And really, the only option I have would probably have to involve walking...which is TERRIBLE for my already permanently screwed up feet. I always forget there's something wrong with my achilles...and then I go on a four hour walk or something. Nothing vigorous, just...a slow pace walk. Afterwards? I can't move my achilles. And it's funny how important that is to walking. The day afer I moved was hilarious to Michelle. Since I did a lot of it on my own, running back and forth from car to apt, from apt to car, from the house, through the house...I could barely even wobble the next day. And then of course there are my cracks in my both of my heels and arches...-shudders- Ingrown toenails are another evil part of my ongoing feet problems, but I at least am spared from that pain for weeks at a time. Sometimes months. I once went a year without one...it was heavenly.
I don't know why I'm spilling all of this nonsense out. Must be the sleep deprevation with a dash of boredom.
So what else is going on this ol' gals life...
Still working at PCCS. Almost 3 years. Can you imagine? The pay is LOUSY, but they're so flexible...it guess the pros and cons balance out, for the more part. With me being sick so often, I'm really lucky I can even hold a job. I enjoy talking with the sales agents on the phone, the banter back and forth with them can be fun. I've gotten incresibly good at sounding chipper on the phone while pounding my head into the desk or while being yelled at by a moron.
Still leading the solitary life. But ohh...that's an entire entry on its own. And probably one that never sees the light of day. :-P
I'm even living alone again! It CAN be lonely. Especially with my hermit attitude. Oh well. I thoroughly enjoy walking around in my underwear though, hehe. I am...so incredibly happy to NOT being living with my older brother anymore. He and I are definetly two people who should never, ever live together. I could also write and entire entry on how I retaliated, or how I fell into a slump of just not giving a damn about the house anymore...but I'm free of all of that. We get along sooo much better now. I'm just waiting for him to start whining about the bills. Oh wait! He's already started that...-rolls her eyes-
I going to start focusing in on my health again more. Not that I don't think about it constantly as it is...type 1 diabetes has a way with sticking to your brain, after all. But...in the what I eat and how I exercise. I need to exercise. I'm not getting any, unless you want to count walking to my car. And really, the only option I have would probably have to involve walking...which is TERRIBLE for my already permanently screwed up feet. I always forget there's something wrong with my achilles...and then I go on a four hour walk or something. Nothing vigorous, just...a slow pace walk. Afterwards? I can't move my achilles. And it's funny how important that is to walking. The day afer I moved was hilarious to Michelle. Since I did a lot of it on my own, running back and forth from car to apt, from apt to car, from the house, through the house...I could barely even wobble the next day. And then of course there are my cracks in my both of my heels and arches...-shudders- Ingrown toenails are another evil part of my ongoing feet problems, but I at least am spared from that pain for weeks at a time. Sometimes months. I once went a year without one...it was heavenly.
I don't know why I'm spilling all of this nonsense out. Must be the sleep deprevation with a dash of boredom.