Breakfast: 2 corn dogs, 2 mugs of instant cocoa/no sugar
Dinner: 2 cans of chicken soup, 2 slices of whole wheat toast, buttered, 2 mugs of decaf green tea, 3 RS sugar-free chocolates
It was a slow day, although it began at 2:00 a.m., when I woke gagging on mucus and then kept up by hunger. I finally gave in and had the corn dogs and cocoa because they were the most quiet and least scent-creating things to make at that hour.
Went back to bed and slept until eight, back to rest, read and mostly doze at eleven. Finally got up at 3:00 p.m. Ate dinner at, around 7:00 and am ready for bed again. I was not hungry, even after not eating, but made myself heat up the soup. Then, heat up another one and have toast with it. On a roll for twos, I guess. The Russel Stover chocolates were for medicinal purposes only. Honest. The sugar alcohols are slightly, ummm, well, they help you, well, I just have to say it, poop, and with so little fiber in my body today, my colon will thank me tomorrow, fersure.
It was nice to sleep so much today. You just cannot discount the benefits of naps.
I am taking all of my meds. I have stopped with the antihistamines because I think they are blocking the fluids in my middle ears from draining. Just popped a couple of generic decongestants, and hope that works. I really am not fond of waking up with the whole mucus gagging thing. Enough fun already.
Off to bed.
Oh, og, oog, I called yesterday's friend. As assertive as I was with her at lunch about making a big freaking deal about who pays, she is just the same old person today again. We have an agreement that we each pay our own whatever, lunch, snacks, beverages, stuff. And still she creates a little scene each time, dragging in whatever poor, hapless clerk, waiter, salesperson is stuck taking care of us.
So, yesterday I took a stand, one that I have taken twice before, but she is such a backslider about this stuff. The stand is that if she fusses about paying for my meal, that the meal (or snack or whatever) about which she is fussing and making a scene will be the last one that we have together. Today I had to make the same standard for telephone conversations. Lordy. It is too much. My guess is that, from her relating familial things, this is the way they all do business. Everyone having a long, torturous scene over who pays for whatever. Same thing for where to go or what to do together.
It is too much. I cannot have this keep happening. I just cannot. And, it is not because I am feeling so crappy. Hell, even when I am well, this just wears me down all the time, all the long days that she needs for all her stuff. I am certain that this makes me a selfish, opinionated freaked-out brat. So be it. Fuck.
Today's GP (You know, I think that making one of these is the highpoint of each day. How sad is that.):