Mar 24, 2011 - 2:39 pm
If you listen to country, forgive me for the misuse of the song title. I'm trying NOT to become a lush.
The past few days I've been getting increasingly tired and achy. I figured it was Aunt Flow coming to visit (yes ladies who Aunt Flow no longer visits, rub it in), my wisdom teeth coming in some more (why are they called wisdom teeth anyway? you don't get any wiser!), and just general malaise. I'm not sleeping all that great, and when I do I spend too much time on one side or the other so my hips end up killing me the next day. I keep getting hives with no apparent cause, and I snap at the stupidest things.
Yes, I need to go visit the docs.
Today I decided to strip our bed and file some paperwork that ended up on the bed and try and go through some of his things. I'm always so ambitious. I managed to strip the bed and wash the bed clothes, and move the paperwork to a different location, but not go through it. Then I was hit by a Mack truck of exhaustion and all I can do now is alternate between laying on and sitting on the squishy couch.
I did put the sheets on the bed, as the blanket and comforter is still in the wash. That was the first time I looked at that bed and wanted to climb right in it. But I know if I start down that road, I will never get back out. There is too many things that need done for me to hide in our bed.
Is anyone else just plain tired?