WTF Do You Mean It’s Only Tuesday?!
The week that just won’t quit
August 3, 2021 Bullshit essay #15
Bed made. Ass prepped. Coffee consumed. Crossword done (not finished), and a 30-minute walk in and it isn’t even 8am yet. I’m ready for another Lyrica with this second cup of coffee and going back to sleep. God, I hurt. I took a higher dose last night because I’m all out of the lower dose. The lowest possible dose will knock me out for a couple of hours. The slightly higher dose knocked me out for the night. I think it was 4 something when I woke up, hit the toilet, and then went back to sleep for a while. If I take another one, it will take a while to kick in (why I don’t know) but once it does…
It’s no huge loss. I have 4 phone calls to make, maybe 5, and then a hidden word puzzle book left. That’s it. I’ve blown through the mags and newspapers and I do not feel like walking that far to get more. What I would give to clean out a dentist or doctor’s office of their 1970s McCall’s and Redbooks right about now. Hell, even a TV Guide will do in a pinch.
I do know that I will have transport at some point on Friday for an hour, so I’m going to have to make the most of it. Deo, reading material, snacks. Not necessarily in that order, either. I need to get online for a couple of hours — check emails, upload these fascinating stories I’m writing (they come with free barf bags), and download some movies and ebooks for the weekend. Seems to me you can pick up used books and magazines at the large library downtown. Hmmmm…
Maybe some DVDs…
1024am
… maybe a lot of sleep. Holy hell. Last night’s pain killer is still knocking me out today. I guess with everything I’ve been through this year, some extra sleep is not a bad thing. If I’m going to make a few calls today, I’m going to need coffee #3. Right after I call the cavalry…
I literally just left a voicemail message for someone on my medical team to please Google for a taxi company and give me a call back. #pathetic #stoneages
Time for java and not the techie kind. Just as soon as I can get the strength and energy to lift my butt and walk to the kitchen, that is.
One apartment complex called and updated. One to go. I looked a little more closely at the paperwork for #3 and #4. I knew they were both owned by the same company. What failed to register is how much they planned on charging me for rent every month. $100 more than where I am at the moment. #immapass
I do have one other one that I need to call, but of course, nowhere on the application do they have their phone number. *sigh* I’ll have to wait until my personal directory assistance calls me back with the 3 numbers I’ve already requested and then hit her up for 2 more if she’s willing. I’m sure she will be. She’s done it in the past without me even asking.
Why can’t I find a husband like that?
1130 and the sun has yet to come out. It’s less chilly, at least here in the bedroom, than it had been. The rest of the house is still quite cool, however. Good thing the AC unit still isn’t working, or I’d need an ice scraper for my butt and the windows.
I have a Dr. appointment Thursday at 9am. The library isn’t too awful far from her office. Probably too far for me to walk, but if I have a functioning number for a functioning cab service by then…. That may be my only chance to get to the library and spend some long, quiet, quality time there. #hopespringseternal
I hope like hell the one complex I called this morning has something available and calls me before Friday. I’ll spend that hour moving. Again. But at least I’ll be in my place. The M.E. will move me out feet first after that because I’ll be damned if I’m ever moving again!
1am and all is right with the world. Or is it?
As I sit here eating Del Monte peaches out of the can, I wonder what happened to my day now technically yesterday. I know I spent most of the day stoned. I know my medical person called me back and gave me the three numbers I asked for and two more besides. I know a frat party ensued in the hallway. They called themselves AC repair guys. But from the frolicking and loud talking going on, you could have fooled me. What a time for a headache. I vaguely recall eating a late lunch at the kitchen table and seeing roomie. Too bad I can’t remember what I ate. I barely remember filling my pillbox. I see I took my nighttime meds. The last thing I remember was feeling sleepy around 5ish and lying down to listen to a podcast.
I did manage to call the other apartment complex and give them my updated information, so that’s something, anyway. I gave all of my mags and tabloids to roomie. I hate throwing anything away that still has value and I know she must be as bored as I am so…
I’ve been awake since 11ish and have been tossing and turning and can’t seem to go back to sleep. Between being hungry and being in pain *sigh*
Sleep is overrated anyway, amiright?
I had never listened to a podcast before. I know, hard to believe. I just didn’t see the allure, even though I had considered having my podcast. I played around with the Apple podcasts, started several, never finished any of them. Not without hitting the FF several times, that is.
Two antibiotics, two extra strength Tylenol, and a cough drop later I think it may be time to try it again.
Ciao bellas ~