The “Pepto-Bismol”
hall is definitely coming to the end of its life, however. Yes, the murals are
here waiting to be installed during our June vacation (and I better fucking
feel great). So one elephant and one forest will wait patiently in a large tube
that is out of the rats’ reach and very sharp teeth.
Slept surprisingly well for
one who had a bit of a rough night. Finally started feeling better, then about
an hour after I took my pill the beatdown was on. Heart was beating a little
too hard for comfort. Not racing, just beating hard. Also, the pulse could be
felt again on the left side of my neck and I knew my BP was up. I even had a
dime-size ache in that area for a while, thanks to the pounding and pressure.
Yeah, the silent killer isn’t always so silent, but you know what? I’ve had
ENOUGH! My doctor’s going to have to switch my medication or cut me back. At
least till I can eliminate perimenopause from the picture. I can’t keep dealing
with this shit year after year, with the HR/anxiety, and I WON’T.
The elevated BP was probably
my fault, though. When the “neck knockers” back off and I’m feeling better, I
tend to slack off and not be as health-conscious when it comes to what foods I
eat. The Chinese food I recently splurged on was no doubt loaded with sodium,
so I’m making a point of backing off that again.
I need to watch the
cholesterol too, even though I could use the calming tryptophan in it. Raw
peanuts that don’t have added salt are a good way to get protein without sodium
or cholesterol. I got a bag and roasted the peanuts for 20 minutes and they’re great.
I have a few here and there throughout the day.
Might as well return to
taking my meds at the beginning of my day since taking them at the end of the
day wasn’t helping with side effects and is also more of a pain in the ass that
way. The only negative to the beginning of the day is that I have to wait for a
half-hour for coffee. Just a minor nuisance. So I’m not taking it tonight. I’ll
take the poison when I get up.
Didn’t wake up feeling as
warm today, though that could be because it was a bit cooler. I don’t think
it’s that I’m not used to the heat anymore because Oregon winters were brutal
compared to the winters here with much colder temps that lasted longer, yet the
summers were so wonderful and such a relief when I could finally warm up. I
think I’m just an aging fatty with some pretty messed up hormones. They were
definitely worse before last year, though. Could still be one of the side
effects listed on my meds, too. Again, I hate not knowing what’s what for sure.
If I could have a better idea of the culprits, then I might have a better idea
of tackling the problem, but so far today I’m just lightheaded.
We put oil in the bad ear and
alcohol and peroxide in the good ear. Since I’ve been lightheaded anyway, I was
thinking of taking a break from the Amberen and seeing how I do.
The more I think about it,
the more I doubt the cemetery is cursing me. We were pretty close to a cemetery
up in Oregon as well and my only health issues there were some TMJ pain and an
occasional toothache. Our lives were pretty good there. Just very, very cold.
Besides, I really don’t think the dead can influence the living no matter how
much some people may wish they could. If they could, then our loved ones would
make sure that nothing bad ever happened to us and maybe even that we won the
lottery. So if there is an afterlife out there, which I still doubt, I think
it’s in a whole ‘nother dimension and that the two worlds simply can’t cross or
connect in any way. Furthermore, why would any spirits of the dead that rest
nearby pick on only some of us and not all of us? Because it doesn’t like short
people? Green-eyed brunettes?
I totally love my new
haircut, especially having bangs again. It’s not only so much easier to put up
but it’s already “training down.” As she advised me, I brushed the bangs to one
side and then to the other after my next shampoo because the hair had gotten
used to being parted in the middle for so long. It’s looking good even though
it may be a bit of a pain in the ass to keep up on. Looks way thicker in that
area, too.
Bought a tube of Miracle
Potion by It’s a 10 and it’s a great product that really smoothes the hair.
That is until I fry it again with the next dye job.
It’s that time of year when
it turns into a creep-fest in here. A big fat spider was running across the
living room at breakneck speed last night. Definitely gotta bomb next weekend.
Will do it early in the morning so it won’t get too hot for the rats in the
storeroom. Can’t believe they’re a week away from 2 years old and not showing
any signs of checking out of Hotel Earth anytime soon! They look old and they
do sleep a little more and are a little less active, but they have no tumors
and they don’t appear to be arthritic in any way. Burkey sure is fat though,
LOL.
Went out for a quick walk
earlier and the weather was gorgeous. This was in the early evening right after
the direct sunlight faded but there was still plenty of light. Remember how I
said in a recent entry that we should be grateful for what we do have and focus
on the positive instead of what we’ve lost and what can’t be changed? Well, I
am so damn grateful I don’t live near a particular house on Tandy where they
left their mutt leashed to their little white picket fence with absolutely no
one around in sight to watch it! Not only are you not supposed to do that here,
but that is so typical of the West. The thing was yapping its ass off. I would
be complaining for damn sure and I wouldn’t care how sensitive they may be or
what kind of connections they may have either.
Another house further down on
Astro got fake grass put in and that’s another “we should have” when it comes
to this place. We should have replaced the windows. We should have laminated
the floors. We should have ripped out all the crap we’ve got growing here and
thrown fake grass down. Looks beautiful year-round, never needs watering or
mowing, and no weeds can grow there. At least this grass didn’t have those
stupid stripes that the fake grass Jesse laid down around the trailer had. That
came from a football field. Oh well. Maybe we’ll get it right in the next
place.
I haven’t been remembering my
dreams as much lately. Even though many of my dreams can be negative it’s kind
of too bad because that’s where I get most of my info as far as knowing the
unknown is concerned.
The only thing I remember for
dreams is either hanging out or living in a trailer similar to the one we
rented before moving here. Only this one was resting on a plastic base of sorts
and I was worried that it was gonna crack and cause the trailer to tip over.
Then I ran into a couple of
girls in a store that I knew had been in jail and asked them what they were
doing out of jail so soon right as a good-looking cashier paid the $.15 I was
short.
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