life and stuff
Chronic pain and a tendency toward sensory overload do not play well together--I'm already in overload before I'm even out of bed. I so want to go back to bed, but bed hurts.
Yesterday was the second day of school. Part-time is good. I would never survive full-time in my current state. And today I have no class at all. Assignments to work on at home, sure, but not butt-on-campus time. I can drop Zor off and come home. Go back and retrieve her in the afternoon, and possibly scoop up my prescriptions.
Yesterday was a busy phone day. It rang six times during dinner, I shit you not. I felt like I needed to keep checking to see who it was because I called my PCP yesterday because the new BP med is not working very enthusiastically. This isn't a surprise because she started me on a low dose. However, and as I keep forgetting, she is not in the office on Tuesdays, so I'm waiting to see if she's going to call in something else before I pick up. Fewer trips are always better than more.
When I got home last night I learned that everyone and everyone's friends and relations had called during the three hours I was gone, and wanted/needed me to call them back. Not the PCP or the pharmacy though. Then the pharmacy did call, but it was only to harass me yet again about having my meds delivered by mail.
Uh, for the thousandth time, no. I don't want medication sitting on my porch for hours at a time because nobody's home, and also the one drug we do have sent by mail doesn't come reliably. It comes eventually, after repeated phone calls. This is annoying bullshit nobody needs. It is not a convenience, morons, it is what we used to call a hassle.
In the end, the only person I called back was my mom because, well, she's my mom. But I kind of didn't even want to do that, because what I felt like I needed was to zone out in front of some sit-com reruns for an hour or so and then go to bed. We had a nice chat, but sometimes I need to be not-stimulated. Also, it meant I stayed up too late and now I am wiped out.
Guilt...guilt...guilt.
Today I need to work on assignments and not be constantly on the phone again, but something--call it the voice of experience--tells me that isn't going to happen, either.
Yesterday was the second day of school. Part-time is good. I would never survive full-time in my current state. And today I have no class at all. Assignments to work on at home, sure, but not butt-on-campus time. I can drop Zor off and come home. Go back and retrieve her in the afternoon, and possibly scoop up my prescriptions.
Yesterday was a busy phone day. It rang six times during dinner, I shit you not. I felt like I needed to keep checking to see who it was because I called my PCP yesterday because the new BP med is not working very enthusiastically. This isn't a surprise because she started me on a low dose. However, and as I keep forgetting, she is not in the office on Tuesdays, so I'm waiting to see if she's going to call in something else before I pick up. Fewer trips are always better than more.
When I got home last night I learned that everyone and everyone's friends and relations had called during the three hours I was gone, and wanted/needed me to call them back. Not the PCP or the pharmacy though. Then the pharmacy did call, but it was only to harass me yet again about having my meds delivered by mail.
Uh, for the thousandth time, no. I don't want medication sitting on my porch for hours at a time because nobody's home, and also the one drug we do have sent by mail doesn't come reliably. It comes eventually, after repeated phone calls. This is annoying bullshit nobody needs. It is not a convenience, morons, it is what we used to call a hassle.
In the end, the only person I called back was my mom because, well, she's my mom. But I kind of didn't even want to do that, because what I felt like I needed was to zone out in front of some sit-com reruns for an hour or so and then go to bed. We had a nice chat, but sometimes I need to be not-stimulated. Also, it meant I stayed up too late and now I am wiped out.
Guilt...guilt...guilt.
Today I need to work on assignments and not be constantly on the phone again, but something--call it the voice of experience--tells me that isn't going to happen, either.