I was finishing waking up with my coffee just before noon when I heard Bob dragging the trash bin since it was trash collection day to the back of his garage. So I jumped up and caught him coming around to the front of the house when I opened the front door and called out to him.

First, he thanked me for coming over and showing concern. I was glad he was grateful because I was worried Nancy would think I was kind of nosy. I’ll admit I was just as curious as I was concerned. But he was appreciative.

Turns out that the chest pains Virginia was feeling were due to inflammation and not a heart attack. I know all too well what it’s like to think you’re having a heart attack! I didn’t see who got out of Nancy’s car last night but I’m guessing Virginia is back home.

I wasn’t happy to hear they’re having 26 people over for Christmas. I’m on nights now for the most part and since I just can’t seem to stop having appointments, I don’t want any noise jeopardizing my sleep and schedule. The sound machine and the earbuds do a good job of blocking sound but if there’s enough car door slamming the vibration may jolt me awake. Bob didn’t seem too thrilled about the idea of having so much company either. He said something about it being unexpected.

That fucking car stayed here for 11 hours yesterday and today it was here from 1 to 8. It probably came and went before I got up, too. It’s like it lives here but doesn’t sleep here.

Today I’ve been feeling tired as I do half the time these days and wonder if it’s due to the Tacrolimus which I also used today. It will be interesting to see if I wake up with a bad headache and have other symptoms tomorrow. If I do then I’ll definitely have to call Amy. If I can continue to use it, though, I worry and wonder just what I’m going to do when I stop it since Tacrolimus can’t be used forever. In just the week or so that I stopped using it, I was noticeably itchier.

Last night’s dream was anything but fun. I was killing myself. I guess I was ODing on pills, one of them being lorazepam. I downed a bunch of pills and then realized there were still a few left in the bottle and wondered if I should take more. Soon I started feeling the effects of the overdose and told myself I better hurry up and take all I can before I go unconscious so that I never wake up.