Slept like a psychoholic mess last night. Can't even begin to call it sleep. When you find yourself waking in the night sweats every fifteen minutes, it really doesn't qualify now does it? My head hurts because of my ear, my dreams were all over the map, and my back hurts. Thank the stars today is a holiday and I don't have to do shit.
Two more days until my birthday. Big fucking deal. Another year older, another day closer to death, if I am lucky, but first a full stop at Insanity Town.
Was American last night -- ate too much food and blew shit up. Whoo fucking hoo.
Spent the first part of the day waiting for a doctor to show up at the redi-clinic to look at my ear and tell me what I already knew. Then had to wait two hours for a pharmacist to grab a bottle of drops from a shelf and put them in a bag. You'd think they could do things like that in five minutes. If I were doing their job, I think I would look at the prescriptions in front of me and take care of the ones that don't involve anything first. I get it if you have to count pills, etc. But to go to a single fucking shelf, grab drops, and put them in a bag shouldn't take two goddamn hours.
Weighed in at the doctor's at 164. I guess that's good? I put on five lbs in the last month. My blood pressure is right where it is supposed to be. The nurse was impressed that I could tell her what it was within three points before she even took the reading.
Made hot dogs, hamburgers, corn on the cob, and tater tots for the child. I ate too, but it was out reflex not desire. In some ways I can't wait until she goes back home and I can stop eating again.
For the record, 5 days with no alcohol. Not for any reason other than I want to dry out. I tend to do this - dry out the week or two before my birthday. That way I can drink without guilt on that day. This year? Meh. Who cares.
I think today will involve a ride to Target. No real reason other than getting out of the house.
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