Sigh
Pauley keeps yelling at me for having greasy hands. She yelled at me for putting one fingerprint on her bag of salami. I'm sitting here trying to schedule my rides for all of my appointments over the next month. I'm actually struggling with -vaguely gestures to all of me- and I don't know how long I'm gonna be able to handle it on my own. I'm stressed out cuz Pauley is going out of town for a convention next month. It's not a big deal, except for the fact she's going to be with her QPP and she has said some nasty stuff about me over the last few years. We went to the movies with her and her husband a few months ago. It went well. I don't hate her, I don't know her well enough.
I think I'm hungry but I have a bad migraine.
Pauley is asleep on the couch next to me and I was just minding my own business and my darling stupidhead let loose a very loud fart. I jumped and I might have yelped in fright. She thought it was hilarious. Then she went back to sleep.
My neck kinda hurts. I don't know if it's cuz of my eye disease or cuz I didn't wear my glasses this week. I finally put them on and my vision is utter shit. My eyes are blurry and I see double. I wish today would go faster.
I'm in so much pain and I need to call my doctor's office to schedule an appointment with my Opthalmologist surgeon and with my headache specialist. I need to get both of them to communicate with each other so we can work together. I'm so glad I have Pauley to help me talk to my doctors at my appointments.
I'm hungry and thirsty and Pauley is asleep still. I gotta go figure out what to make. Popcorn chicken or broccoli in some Alfredo sauce. And my migraine is at 8.5 right now. I can feel it in my eyes and I can feel it in my hands. I don't understand how my eye surgeon said I'm not a candidate for the surgery. She didn't really say what her reasoning is.
I gotta get my doctors to communicate with each other so we can coordinate the right care. I'm so tired of this constant migraine. The constant nausea and dizziness are not easy to ignore. I have some 8mg zofran but they haven't worked lately. I need a break from the constant migraine and GI distress and hips and back pain.
Time for...oh. it's too late for going out for dinner.
I guess I gotta go make food for dinner. But Pauley is very asleep. I feel like if I try to make Alfredo broccoli she's gonna wake up and be upset with me for cooking for myself. But my hunger is stronger than my fear of Pauley being a cranky pants.




