So, I slept thru most of today

The title says it, I slept from 12:30am-6:30am, 6:40am-9:40am, 10am-11:30am, noon-4pmish.  Then finally forced myself to get up.  Seems that all the lack of sleep from the prednisone escapade finally caught up with me and I SLEPT.  I know your body needs to recharge after a prolonged period for lack of sleep, seems today was my day.   Mentally more aware of what is going on, physically I hurt a lot.


I hurt, therefore I am.  Where I got the epidural shot in the shoulder a month ago is hurting again already 😦  The rest of my back is hurting too.  And for something new and exciting my left side hurts (probably worse than the rest of it).  I have no idea why my left side hurts, but sitting triggers it too.  I wonder if my back problems are causing the side issues too.  Anyhow, I HURT.


I keep forgetting to call the physical therapist to get started on physical therapy.  Well, that’s not totally accurate, I remember, just too late in the day to call.   Perhaps tomorrow, I put a notice in my phone to remind me.


In 4 days, we will have had Pucky for exactly 7 years.  Pucky is technically an elderly dog according to the Veterinarian.  He gets around pretty good for an old dog.   Chases 2 year younger Mojo around the house.  Pucky is such a good dog, he likes to go out in and lay in the sun on the porch.  There is a tiny sliver of sun that comes thru and hits the deck and he has claimed it as his.  More power to him.


Mojo, on the other hand, poos and pees wherever he feels like, occasionally hitting a puppy pad, but mostly the kitchen, living room and bathroom floors for poo, pee is kinda random but he doesn’t like to pee on tile or linoleum.

This all comes from us not getting him until 16 weeks instead of 8.   He would be as well trained as Pucky had we gotten ahold of him during those 8 weeks.   But alas, it wasn’t meant to be and Mojo is a very affectionate Chihuahua once he accepts you.  Until he accepts you, it’s stand off, growl and occasionally bark.

Neither of our Chihuahuas are barkers really (though both will bark if deemed necessary), but Mojo does like to bark at people walking by on the street.  So during the day when I am trying to nap or concentrate on a game or anything, he gets locked in the bedroom with me away from the windows that face the street.   Then he only barks at the doorbell (like a good dog) or if the mail lady makes too much noise.


I downloaded Diablo III to my laptop tonight.   I occasionally still like to play it, so having it on here makes sense.  I also downloaded/installed Rocket League.  I got that free when I bought this laptop, not normally a game I would try, but I am all for checking out free games.  Who knows I might find something I enjoy playing even as a rare occurrence.


I am intentionally NOT installing any MMORPGs on my laptop.  I am currently not enjoying any of them, so why waste disk space?  Some day I might go back to WoW or ESO, but for now, I am enjoying playing solo games.  Civ4 is my current game of choice.  Skyrim is still probably the best game I have played in a long time, but I kinda burned myself out on it.  2500+ hours since Dec 26, most of them in the last 2 months.


Hmmm, I wonder if my car will start.  It hasn’t been started in like a month.   Yeah, not good.   Tomorrow I will go try to start it, even though I have no where to go.  If it starts I will let it idle there for a few hours, if it doesn’t, when Teresa gets home, we will jump start it.  Seriously I got no where to go.  I am becoming a homebody again.  Not a good thing.


Teresa says she is gonna make me go out this weekend.  We will probably end up at Texas Roadhouse for steak and cheesy fries.  Then we might go to a movie, but having to sit for 2 hours for a movie might be pain than I want to deal with.  Plus an hour sitting for food.  3 hours plus sitting for the drive out there and back, so 4 hours of sitting in 1 shot.  I don’t think I can do it right now.


I’ve been having memory dreams of stuff the DID NOT HAPPEN.  But these dreams feel so real when they are going on, and all the players are people from my past.   It’s weird.  I wouldn’t call them nightmares but the do always wake me up.   Not good dreams either, but not necessarily bad either.  But disturbing enough to wake me from deep sleep.


I am impatiently counting the days until my mom visits.  Like I have said many times before, I really miss her.  I wish she lived closer than 6+ hours by car.  Yeah, it’s only a hour flight, but that is expensive.  Driving is so much cheaper and if I can Teresa to go with me, I get to relax in the car while she drives.  She does not allow me to drive if she in the car, she says I am not a bad driver, I just cause her anxiety when I drive.  I can say the same thing about her driving.   But since I am ambivalent about driving, let her drive I say.


The severity of my cough has lessened for some reason.  Nothing in my life changed.  Just stopped coughing so hard for so long.  Not complaining, just observing.   Probably lessened cuz my cancer doc is referring me to a pulmonologists.  That’s my luck, bad bad bad, then when I see a specialist I am fine.


Also my pain doc will want me to get an MRI of my shoulder.  That will be fine, as long as I double up on clonazepam before going in.  No, not anxious, just my head shakes from the lithium I took 3 years ago.  It shakes whenever I am supposed to hold still.  Sucks.


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Author: Jeff Campbell

I am a 47 year old dude, married to the most wonderful woman in the world. I am officially a 2 year survivor of AML Leukemia. I am crazy but love my life anyway.

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