Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Bless His Heart
I'm so amazed and so thankful that Patrick Swayze is doing so well. Stupid, I know, because my affection for him is based on a few horrible movies from the 80s, but I hate to think of anyone dying horribly from pancreatic cancer. You go, boy!
So Tired
I'm not sure what's going on, but I haven't been able to sleep solidly for the last few nights. Of course, by the time I want to take something it's too late. I haven't been downing caffeine like usual, and I don't think that I'm any more upset than normal. I guess that I'll need to take plenty of meds tonight and see if that works for a change.
It doesn't help that H has been thrashing around like a man on fire. Neither cat will go near him.
It doesn't help that H has been thrashing around like a man on fire. Neither cat will go near him.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
Why I Love Pajamas
This has been a recurring theme... getting caught in them at odd hours, having closets implode while wearing parts of them, never changing out of them. What's the allure?
- They are amorphous and hide a multitude of sins.
- They are lightweight, so that when I break out into weird sweating episodes I don't boil to death.
- The girls get to run free. No, not the cats. They already do. The Girls. You know. Girls unencumbered by bullet-proof vests.
- I can take a nap at any time without feeling the need to change my clothes.
- Pajamas = not ready to shower. I don't mind the shower, but I do mind the aftermath. I loathe drying my hair and putting on makeup.
- There is no better excuse for not opening the door when the bell rings.
Busted
It's no secret among my friends and family that I rarely get out of my pajamas before mid-afternoon. My usual MO is that I crawl out of bed, go downstairs, and start working right away. Eventually, I will take a shower and get dressed. Sometimes that does not happen until 5 or so. Life goes on.
A while back, I made the mistake of going down to the mail box at around 4, still clad in my pajamas, and was caught by my nosy next door neighbor and her daughters. One of them asked if it was "pajama day at my school" because I was still wearing mine, and they were all shocked to see me so clad so late in the afternoon. I have also been seen in my pajamas returning neighbors' dogs to them when I saw them running loose through my back yard. I figured that my shame in being inappropriately dressed was less damaging than having a pet lost.
This morning, I went down to the mailbox to put mail out. A truck from the gas company came around the corner, but I didn't think anything about it. Turns out that my friend M had a gas leak in her attic, and the gas company was coming out to shut it off. They told her that they thought that they would be coming to my house when they saw me out in the driveway in my pajamas. It appears that many women do that when they think that they might be asphyxiated if they don't get out of the house RIGHT NOW. But, no, they needed to go two doors down. To think that I had the audacity to be in my pajamas at 8:30 in the morning! Quelle horreur! And this is me on a good day.
M said that it was all that she could do to keep from screaming laughing, because she knew exactly who they were talking about. Bite me, gas company men.
A while back, I made the mistake of going down to the mail box at around 4, still clad in my pajamas, and was caught by my nosy next door neighbor and her daughters. One of them asked if it was "pajama day at my school" because I was still wearing mine, and they were all shocked to see me so clad so late in the afternoon. I have also been seen in my pajamas returning neighbors' dogs to them when I saw them running loose through my back yard. I figured that my shame in being inappropriately dressed was less damaging than having a pet lost.
This morning, I went down to the mailbox to put mail out. A truck from the gas company came around the corner, but I didn't think anything about it. Turns out that my friend M had a gas leak in her attic, and the gas company was coming out to shut it off. They told her that they thought that they would be coming to my house when they saw me out in the driveway in my pajamas. It appears that many women do that when they think that they might be asphyxiated if they don't get out of the house RIGHT NOW. But, no, they needed to go two doors down. To think that I had the audacity to be in my pajamas at 8:30 in the morning! Quelle horreur! And this is me on a good day.
M said that it was all that she could do to keep from screaming laughing, because she knew exactly who they were talking about. Bite me, gas company men.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I Think It's Working
The Lexapro seems to be working. I don't feel remotely as desperate as I have, and can actually get up in the morning and function. I still crash in the afternoon, though. It doesn't seem to mess with my sleep too much. I've been having problems over the last few nights, but I think that's more caffeine related than anything else.
I feel so relieved, but I'm still waiting for the other Chaco to drop. Now, I just have to start taking my 6-MP regularly again to get the Crohn's under control...
I feel so relieved, but I'm still waiting for the other Chaco to drop. Now, I just have to start taking my 6-MP regularly again to get the Crohn's under control...
Noo Shooz
Chacos. Awesome. I'm not a flip-flop girl by nature, but these are phenomenal. I read about them in an article in the NYT about how bad flip-flops are for you, but these are stellar. And, most of them come from recycled materials. Pair #2 just came yesterday and I'm wearing them right now. With my pajamas. Pretty.
Sunday, July 20, 2008
Tough
It has been a rough few weeks. I've been traveling, adjusting medicine, and trying not to stay in bed all day.
I was shocked to hear H say last night that he now fully understands. Apparently, when I was in Atlanta, he had his own killer case of gators and missed work because of it. When he wasn't missing work, he went out to the car to lay down. I feel horrible that he has gone though that. He's never really been depressed, and doesn't take antidepressants, but in a way I'm relieved because now he says that he understands.
It's easy to get mad when you come home from work and find your spouse still in bed, exactly where you left them 11 hours earlier. You want to just tell them to take a shower and snap the hell out of it and move on. Depression is weakness, you know. But, it's not that easy. And now he gets it. I should be grateful but it still makes me sad. And no, I haven't showered yet today but I'm feeling okay.
I was shocked to hear H say last night that he now fully understands. Apparently, when I was in Atlanta, he had his own killer case of gators and missed work because of it. When he wasn't missing work, he went out to the car to lay down. I feel horrible that he has gone though that. He's never really been depressed, and doesn't take antidepressants, but in a way I'm relieved because now he says that he understands.
It's easy to get mad when you come home from work and find your spouse still in bed, exactly where you left them 11 hours earlier. You want to just tell them to take a shower and snap the hell out of it and move on. Depression is weakness, you know. But, it's not that easy. And now he gets it. I should be grateful but it still makes me sad. And no, I haven't showered yet today but I'm feeling okay.
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