I’m glad that today’s a Saturday, ‘cuz I can definitely use the additional time watching football and NASCAR to allow the morning meds to kick in and start helping out before I try to get up and do anything. It was a cold one last night, and I’ve yet to put a thicker comforter on the bed, so I just woke up more gimped than usual. 😕🤷🏻♂️ But days like today are why I try to be somewhat productive on the days that I can, so I don’t feel like I’m being lazy when it takes half-a-day before I’m worth a shit. 😏
Once the game is over I’m gonna head in town to grab some Rax and go visit with Dad for a while. I’ll probably also stop by the thrift store in the Plaza while I’m out, to see how their comforter section looks. ‘Cuz to be honest I’d rather sleep under a pile of blankets than to have to keep my house at 70 degrees around the clock.
But yeah, I think that’ll be the extent of my “plans” for today. Keeping it light and easy, especially since tomorrow is already reserved for bills, paperwork, catching up on housework, etc. Getting out of the house here in a bit will probably help, but today just seems weird for some reason. 🤔😐 I suppose it’s the bunch of little “meh” things collectively making it feel like the day never really got a solid start, so I guess I’m just feeling a bit restless because of it. 🤷🏻♂️ One of these days I’ll eventually “be okay” with just being a potato on the days where being a potato feels like the reasonable thing to do. 😏
It’s okay to treat the weekend like a weekend, man… 😅 (Or any day, for that matter…)
Coming up on 4:00 am, so of course I’m still wide awake. 🙄 I wussed out the past couple of days re: getting in touch with my thyroid doctor, but since I know I have to do it tomorrow… (well, later today actually) yeah, this is just how my brain likes to do things. “Something important you have to do tomorrow? DON’T FALL ASLEEP! KEEP THINKING ABOUT IT!” 🤦🏻♂️ Thank you very much, brain.
Believe it or not, I’ve finally gotten myself to a point where I’m not actually stressing over it that much… it’s just the “ugh” of the slog that I’m gonna have to go through. 😒 So taking a couple extra days to let myself get over the surprise of them bumping it up a bit, I think that was the right choice for me to make. 😕🤷🏻♂️
And what difference is that couple of days really gonna make, ya know? Sure, I’m still nervous about everything that’s coming up… 😬 who wouldn’t be… but I’m gonna try to keep the faith and tell myself that everyone involved with my treatment is gonna continue to do the best that they can for me. 👨🏻⚕️🙏🏻🙂
Let’s hope that I still feel this almost-optimistic later today, when I wake from like 4hrs of sleep. 🙄
(Shhh… don’t tell anyone, but if I can manage to sleep in, you can bet I’m gonna sleep
in. I’m pretty sure that the doctor’s office will be open all day, at least as far as I know…)
I’m having one of those nights where I find myself wide awake at 3am, so I came over here to barf out a blog entry… but now that I’ve done so, I realize that I don’t really have anything to talk about. 😒 Hmm… the night before last, I heard an incident on the police scanner where someone’s couch was set on fire and they were stabbed, and they even had to have a medical helicopter airlift them to a hospital in Columbus. 😳 And that was about all the info that they gave – which was sort of a tease… but of course I hope the d00d is okay.
I dunno… today was just kinda shitty, and this up-all-night crap isn’t going to help me in regards to tomorrow. I’m not going to count on tomorrow sucking though… but I am preparing myself just in case it does. I think that whenever I wake up, I should be able to shake it off and hit the reset button for the beginning of the week. 🤷🏻♂️ We’ll see…
Alright… gonna go time-lapse the night sky again and see how that goes. 🤓
EDIT: I think what I need to do, is to just go ahead and say “Okay, you fucked up… tomorrow’s probably gonna be a write off.” and not stress myself out too much about trying to make tomorrow “count” – if I know that it’s just not gonna take. So, if I’m able to be productive or do the things I want tomorrow? Great. If not, then I’ll just cross my fingers, take some Tylenol PMs at a “normal” bedtime hour, and just try again the next day.