My wrist kept me awake half the night. I wake up to a numb hand. Well, numb except for the pins and needles shooting through it. I turn, I stretch, I try to change things up with pillows and position and I fall back asleep and then wake up again, go through it all again. Over and over and over.
Oh well. You live long enough you're going to have some shit like this to deal with.
Hank's coming out today to help me with some graphics and other things I need to get done for this Shebooks situation. I am overwhelmed by the simplest things. I need help. Thank goodness for my boy.
For all of my boys but today, especially for Hank.
Okay. Not that great.
But it's food.
My mustache is out of control.
This is weird- when I was on Lexapro, I noticed that I would frequently break out in localized hives that itched. Welts. Whatever. I have been doing the same thing on the Celexa generic. So okay, yeah, I'm slightly allergic. BUT, it's very mild and doesn't happen every day although if I go out in the evening, it will sure as shit happen and it will itch like crazy.
Stress, even the slightest amount, can wreak havoc on the body and intensify things greatly.
You probably already knew that.
I better go take a walk. I already took the trash. There was a truck parked there with a bumper sticker that said, "Got Ammo?"
I keep thinking about that woman whose son-in-law is in Jacksonville getting a new heart. She said it with about as much concern as she would say that he was in Jacksonville getting a new sofa.
Are heart transplants truly that commonplace now?
What are you pondering today?