Life of a former witch

I've outgrown my wicked witch of the west ways. Reflections of life afterwards, living in the desert with two cats, friends, family, and my hot and cold love life.

Monday, September 22, 2003

I know that Monday isn't a good day for some, but this Mondayis terrible - and it's almost 10:30AM! All I want to do is go to sleep. My new doctor has me trying a medication to try and help me get rest while I sleep. It just makes the fatigue worse, so I think I'm going to bail on that idea (at least the prescription was cheap). At least when I call the new doctor's office, the message gets through. I caled last week my pain doctor's office to see if I can get an adjustment of my device, but never got a call back (that really is not a good thing to do to a person who has a Polish temper).

I am going to the Diamondbacks game on Friday (its their last weekend). Perhaps their chance to win the wild card is bleak contributes to my lack of enthusiam. In my heart, I know why...and I just hope that I can change that by Friday.

How did I get to this state? I saw the atlas orthogonal doctor who said that the adjustment was finally holding so he didn't want to do an adjustment. If my neck is getting lined up where it's supposed to be, and I'm still having episodes of pain, then what else can I do to get pain-free. It could be that there are no other options and I'm a slave to whim of my pain. I'm fighting depression from setting in, but I'm getting too tired. The naseua has started up, so I brought out the Gatorade.

I had so many things I wanted to do this weekend. In part because of the medication I slept most of Saturday. When I was up and around, I had to be at work for two hours (no fair). Then I did manage to finish cleaning the doors I wanted to prime and paint. Sunday I managed to get a load of laundry, but the primer was difficult since it needed two-three layers with each layer having to be dry before the next layer. I didn't get too far (about 1/3) when I had a pain attack so strong that I was woozy when I stood up. So I threw in the towel, closed up the primer, and did my best to quickly clean the brush. Then I tried to lay low before bedtime.

I'm not trying to be melodramatic, just honest. I know that if you haven't gone through anything close to this, you don't understand. If I'm proven wrong, then I would be very happy.

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