It’s Monday morning and it’s the same routine. Wake up in the middle of the night and am having trouble getting back to sleep. Same old story different night. This morning I wake up at 7 with the alarm and then fall back asleep until my next and last alarm of 830. That’s when I really need to get up and at an to log on at 9 for work. Ahh , must scramble too het up and get ready for.my day.
By nine I’m procrastinating a bit, since I’m stilling a bit groggy from waking up later than I usually do. I get going nice and slow and try to see if I can get a bit of myself going. By then I’m pausing and taking care of shopping lists for both ourselves and my parents. I’m looking at grocery coupons and adding items to a list for next week. After finishing that I tackle a project that we are working on for next month.
Doring my lunch hour I head over to the cleaners to pick up clothes. But they weren’t all ready, so I’ll have to go back again this week to pick up the rest of the clothing items. I then passed by a food pantry to drop off the three bottles of honey mustard we didn’t like and I couldn’t return back to the store. I offered it to my parents but, duh it honey in it. Maybe not the best for someone with diabetes. Instead of tossing it in the garbage, I went to my local church and places it in an adorable food pantry created by the boys scouts.
I then head over to the grocery store and buy a roticiry chicken for the dog. The poor thing has been having diareah and not feeling so great, health wise. My mother in law cooked him a pan of rice and we mixed in the chicken for him to eat for his belly to feel better. I hope he does get better, otherwise we have a walk in appointment ser up for him for tomorrow morning at 8 in the morning, before work.
My next stop was the pharmacy. They have one of the scripts available for me to pick up and a months supply is costing me fifty bucks. And it’s the generic brand. Don’t know how these insurance company’s and pharmaceutical agencies get off and have people pay so much money for scripts. Here you go pharmaceutical, take all of my money. Bastards!
It’s Tuesday and I wake up later than I had planned. Woke up all groggy and in a bad mood. Then was in an even worst mood because I woke up so groggy. Vicious cycle! The day is really busy with work and meetings and phone calls to doctors offices. I barely had time to eat. I however put on a dress that was made by my aunt way back in the 1960s for my mom. I don’t think she was my aunt yet, but simply my mom’s friend. Who then happened to have married my uncle. It’s a very pretty dress and well made. It’s lasted all of these years.
In the evening, the time flies and it’s nine o’clock at night without me even noticing the time go by. I am moody and feeling nauseous and worst of all, I’ve been having insomnia and can’t just seem to be able to sleep. I toss and turn all night long. Always waking up at two in the morning and then again at four. Then by seven in the morning I’m all groggy and can’t seem to shake off this terrible cycle. Getting very annoyed at this old routine.
It’s now midnight and I’ve decided I’m going to give my husband a break and slwp on the couch as opposed to waking him up every couple of hours when I’m in bed.He’s been getting cranky because I keep on waking him up. And I don’t want to see him cranky anymore. So the couch it is, just for tonight. We’ll see how it work out for everyone.
Holly batman’s underpants, wokin on this site is a pain in the but just to add a few photos. First it was cutting them in half then placing text in the middle of my face. I find it much easier to use wordpress on my laptop than on mobile. Is it just me or am I old and can only work on the large screen?
Now that I’ve been able to get a couple of hours of sleep, it is four in the morning and I am fully awake. And, then the entire family is up too helping my husband get ready for his work day. Even the my daughter gets out of bed this morning and we are all hanging out in the kitchen and living room areas. Shortly after, I bid everyone my goodbye and go to my room to see if I can get some more, much needed sleep. I even have nighttime ambient sounds playing on YouTube so my mind can rest. Unfortunately, it’s no use, I keep on waking up. I then am itchy and put on an ton of eczema cream on my arms where I havr my breakout. I then get itchy all over and took a Benadryl to eliminate my body. By five was when I was actually able to get much needed rest. Undortuntely I woke up all groggy again at 8:30 in the morning. Good thing I’m working from home today otherwise I would have been very late to work.
My workday was busy, busy. Meeting here, meeting there..tons of emails going back and forth with upper management. Lots of concerts of dealers leaking information on ap roduct that wsd launching later in the day and they were leaked hours earlier than my company planned on launching it. The team is very upset about this and does not want to show this particular dealw or next launching peoduct. We don’t want any information being leached out prior to or scheduled date. Much drama at work regarding this issue and I can’t blame them. We plan and plan for a reason. And there comes along dealer who breaks the rules. This is no good.
The next day it is a busy vere day again. Have many things that need to be completed. Some items I need to have to concentrate on many little details that my eyes start to cross. And I have to send the items over to my cowrker as a second set of eyes.
Then it come the time that my poor daughter has what we think is a uti. I call the doctor for an appointment to check what the problem may be. And the shit the fan where it is insinuating that I was the one who caused this issue. Since I go to my parents house to clean their house especially their bathrooms so they don’t catch any UTI’s themselves. As they are older, in their 80s and can’t really do for themselves any longer. This insinuation throws me off the edge as my parents have been called dirty in the past as of they are a bunch of pigs. This bitch needs to watch her mouth before I go off on her for calling my family a a bunch of dirt pigs. My biggest regret is to confide in this asswhole about me having to do what I do to help my elderly parents a bunch of pigs. Who does this bitch thing she is talking like that especially in front of my daughter. Now my daughter stays runs away from me because she thinks I’m going to give her diseases since this bitch keeps on talking like this in front of her. I never in my life thought that my child would run away from me because she thinks I’m dirty and doesn’t want my dirt and so called diseases to be on her. I have no relationship with my daughter due to this kind of conversations in front of her. This bitch puts the scare of jesus on her and she is so little and easily influenced by this kind of talk. And her father is no better, he too talks about my parents’ hygiene and how they are also the dirty kind of people. Now. Don’t get me wrong my parents are old and my brothers and I have been having a hard time with their hygiene they are very tired and at times don’t want to shower because of the pain. They have moving around. However when we can, and they have a bit more energy we convince them to get in the shower. Meanwhile, I got their house every weekend to ensure their house is clean and bleach the hell out of it to the point of where I get high on the fumes. Then, and only the doing use the facilities if I need to. But to be frank I’ve work so hard and sweat my ass off so hard that I barely need to use the bathroom I sweat so much. And now I have a scumbag insinuating that it is my fault that my daughter gets sick because of the diseases I allegedly bring into my. I am so pissed off at these insinuations that I don’t even want to look at her face. So today I stay in my room all day. First off for work and the because if I see her face I’m going to want to punch this bich in her face go for having the nerve to insinuate that I bring diseases into my own home and transmit them to my family. What a piece of shit this woman is. I’m so disgusted by her and her assumptions.
So in interim I do what I do best and bury myself into my work and continue to work until about nine in the evening and then go to bed without saying good night to my daughter and telling her that her mom loves her more than anything in this world. It is due to her that I kept on going through all of my depression and thoughts of suicide and divorce. And now whith this awful woman putting terrible thoughts on a very young impretionable mind, she’s scared of me. I feel very disappointed and quite frankly confiding in her with my issues has been a big mistake. As she thinks she is high and mighty. Turns out she is slimy a bitch who likes to throw weaknesses in other peoples faces. Two faced snake that she is. Meanwhile she thinks she is a saint and doing us favors by claiming she’s a realist. Realist on what, telling me that my family from infancy is not good and no good for my daughter to be around and not have a relationship with her maternal grandparents.
Now don’t you worry because this will be in my memory bank and when this awful woman gets to be in her 80s and beyond and she will be much like my parents she will be treated the exact same way. As she has been treating my parents. Mark my word. Those who laugh last will laugh the loudest.
To change the subject as I’ve had enough of my rant about this piece of shit of a person. I’ve been very curious about my grandparents from my mom’s side of the family. I’ve sent a quick message to one of my cousins to see if she has any insight. It’s a shame that I don’t even know my grandparents’ character or even remember my their names. As for my grandmother, she passed awaywhen my mother was very young. From my understanding, it was my mother who who found her in the atticalredy deceased. I’m curious to understand what really happened. And why she passed in such a way also what she paeed away from. My mother has never really talked about it and I can understand. It must have been very traumatizing for her. Undortuntely, I won’t ask her husband because he likes talk tall tails and as years have passed by, I don’t believe much of what he says as he is very negative and only speaks of things that are sound to me as if he’s a gods gift to this earth. Although he forgets that all children are God’s gift.
Well it is now midnight and I’m having insomnia again. Unfortunately, I have run out of my my prescribed sleeping pills and am having a hard time getting some much needed shut eye. Will try something else to see if I can get my beauty sleep.
It’s Friday and I am tired and achy and generally plainly still pissed off. Work has been very, very busy and I feel like I’m having trouble keeping up. With my insomnia and now feeling like crap, back and head are achy. I’m fell like I’m crashing and burning. There is a meeting at two in the afternoon and I have officially crashed. Thank goodness it is being recorded so I may watch it later on, maybe over the weekend. The other meeting that I have is a complete disaster. I am unprepared and can’t seem to get myself together. After this disaster of a meeting I have another one that goes on way past five o’clock. I’m still out of it but trying very hard to concentrate on what is being talked about. I need to look through my notes and am afraid of what I will be looking at.
Now it is Sunday morning at three in the morning and I can’t sleep. I’ve already gone to the bathroom and had a few midnight snacks. Perhaps I ate too much to eat as I am feeling a bit nauseous. I eventually fall asleep and wake up at around nine thirty.
I get out bed and feel all sorts of cranky. My body aches, my brain hurts, and my soul is simply down in the dumps. However, I have responsibilities that I must take care of and went ahead and did what I needed to do. Go to the big box store for my purchases. Curbside pickup. Living this service. They do the shopping for you and you just sit pretty in the car and wait. No tip required. At least not yet, waiting for the day that it will be required.
Until next time.
Stay Safe.
Best,
Isabel
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