Happy Humpday, my darlings. This morning is sunny and cool, but only for the moment. We can expect a little more wind and rain as the day continues, but at least the temperature will be higher. Chaucer is wandering the house, whining. Mal is sitting his constipated, blocked up little ass in my pile of pillows and blankets on the bed. I’m drinking water. AGAIN.
I had a shitty sleep, which culminated in my bolting awake at exactly 6 am when Mal started making to puke on the bed. It took forever to get comfy last night. Under the weighted blanket was too warm, probably because I’d been sitting on the bed for a few hours at that point and that memory foam mattress holds heat like whoah. I made a brief attempt to sleep under the lightweight comforter, but I tend to really burrow into blankets like that, and that was a bit too warm as well. Eventually, after enough blanket and clothing swapping had happened, I ended up in a tank top, panties, and snuggled under the fleece blanket. Then, it was a struggle to fall asleep, because I couldn’t find a position for my head. I can’t wait until I can take stuff to help sleep again.
Yesterday was more of the same as what I’d been doing for the previous 2 days. I made my post, I did my laundry, and hung my clothes on the line to dry. Then, I went back into the house, and then chilled in the bedroom for a while with the cats and watched Outlander on my laptop for a couple of hours. Mostly, I just exist.
I’m still feeling “just ok”. I still have the numb spot, and no desire for food. Shawshank promises that I’ll wake up some morning and demand a pizza for dinner, but rightly predicts I’d eat half a slice and throw out the remainder. I thought I could handle a bagel last night, but I was wrong. I ate half. If I were still tracking calories, the MyFitnessPal app would be screaming at me daily for not breaking 1000 calories. I apologized to Brian for not cooking anything for us for dinner, but the thought of eating anything revolts me.
I logged into the hospital’s patient portal last night to see what the entire visit had to say. All the records and labs looked fine – every result that was completely out of whack can be explained by the dehydration or the injury itself. No skull fractures. Yay.
I’m going a little stir crazy. I want to make an effort to go outside and paint this afternoon, providing the wind doesn’t get too bad and the rain holds off until later. I’m also planning to do on the front patio, so I’m not baking directly in the sunlight. This morning, I need to go Walmart.
Venturing off the property requires actually wearing real clothes.
