Dear body

Dear body,

I know you have a mind of your own, but I need to get to sleep. You see, you and I have not been getting along well lately. How can I count the ways? There was the chipped tooth in my sleep. Yesterday it was weird pain in both of my shoulders when I woke up. Pray tell, what were we doing in the night? Never mind, I probably don’t want to know. Then there’s always the intermittent painful right leg that hampers me upon waking just about once a week. I think I know what that one is about, but, really, didn’t we already suffer enough when that actually took place live and in person?

So, how about we go to sleep, just normal boring sleep like a well-adjusted person? I know we’re not well-adjusted, but we can pretend for the night, can we? You see, here’s the thing, I like to be employed. It’s nice paying my bills, making rent, putting gas in my car, eating … I know, I can be so high maintenance. What can I say? I like the good life. But, in order to do these things I need to sleep RIGHT NOW. The bonus is that you get to do these awesome things with me. So, how about we turn out the lights, snuggle up with my stuffed Grinchy (I’m already in the holiday spirit!) and try to get some sleep? I’m game if you are.

In appreciation,

Beatriz (the inhabitant of said body)

Again!

Yet again I am stuck in my car. Finally dropped the laundry off, got my meds, stopped and had dinner. I am at Starbucks, but the damn place is full, not a place to sit.

I can’t go home right now because I will never make it back out to pick up my laundry in an hour. So, here I sit because I am too foggy to drive to the coffee shop just 2 minutes away. Blech.

I appreciate everyone who has commented, and made me feel less alone today. I am sorry I’ve not been good about replying to comments, but please know that they are read and appreciated more than you know.

It does not feel like there is going to be relief for me any time soon. This is half a life, not a full life.

Perpetual fog

I am stuck at the moment. Stuck like gum on the bottom of your shoe. I wanted, I planned on going to look at a house on the other side of town that may be affordable to buy. But … clearly or claro, as we say in Spanish, a peep or two objects very strongly to this possibility. It took me an hour to get in comfy clothes in order to do this errand. Now I am in bed very much in fogland. Must. Make. It. Stop.