Although I have not passed into pure wickedness. I am trying to keep myself somewhat under control. I gave my son a short lecture on religion. He looked at me. I said, “Alright, alright I am manic again, relax I will shut up. I noticed, he says.”
My new medicine for the fibromyalgia (Gabapentin) is actually working. I think my pain is back down to a 5. I have muscle spasms in my back, but not the fibro trigger point pain. Tension and stress will fire it up, but it is shorter lasting.
My cat is eating, maybe I can stop talking to her or singing to her. I think she thinks I am insane as well. I yell at her to go lie down and most of the time she looks at me and goes. The little missy and I are going to have an understanding and she is going to quit wasting so much food.
8:30 and took my psych pills and ready for sleep. I look at my emails and there are a thousand of them. The bad point of getting the emails.
If I go to bed now I will most likely be up in the middle of the night again. I really need to quit fooling around and start back to writing articles. I need to have a few ahead in case one or two God-forbid, get turned down.
So far no viruses. That is a good thing because it is giving me enough trouble as it is.
I am tired of talking about death. My dad wants to make sure everything goes alright. He paid for his cremation and planned the memorial service with songs and readings and the man he wants to read them if he is still there. It is so expensive and he didn’t have to buy a casket. They reuse a nice one for the service and the transfer them to a box with a drop away bottom and this is really morbid. Stop the death talk Teresa, it is too morbid a subject.