Why am I up at 2:30 AM?
Stellar question. Well, let's see.
Basically heartburn.
We had Mexican for dinner. Why? Because I came home early from Pittsburgh. And I didn't feel like cooking, and I chose the path of least resistance. And queso. Which is simultaneously always and never a great idea.
And now, I feel like I've swallowed acid and glass shards, and I'm sitting up with some Alka Seltzer trying to push through it.
I have, in terms of my health and well-being, hit rock bottom. I thought I had hit it a few months back, but as it turns out, I still had a few feet to fall.
Today, well, in about 12 hours, actually, I'm going to the doctor. I need to get back on blood pressure meds.
Yeah, that's awesome.
I also plan to just lay it out for her and ask for help.
The worst she can say is that I'm beyond helping, but in my heart of hearts, I know that's not true.
But I'm done feeling like total garbage. I should be sleeping at 2AM. Not up worrying, or trying to burp out the fire in my belly, or wondering if I could manage Atkins just long enough to get down to a size where I can fit in more things in my closet.
I've been saying, "Man, I'm tired", so often, I don't know if I'd even recognize what rested, or right, or normal feels like.
I feel like if I could get my BP normal, and maybe get a bump on my dose of happy meds, I'd get the toehold I need to drag myself up from rock bottom. I'd want to eat better, I'd feel like exercising.
I'd sleep better, and then miraculously the cycle would start to shift in a positive direction.
That's what I'm hoping for.
Even if it means I have to fall onto the floor of the doctor's office in a heap and wail loudly.
It works for kids.
Stellar question. Well, let's see.
Basically heartburn.
We had Mexican for dinner. Why? Because I came home early from Pittsburgh. And I didn't feel like cooking, and I chose the path of least resistance. And queso. Which is simultaneously always and never a great idea.
And now, I feel like I've swallowed acid and glass shards, and I'm sitting up with some Alka Seltzer trying to push through it.
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| Mmm, fizzy. |
I have, in terms of my health and well-being, hit rock bottom. I thought I had hit it a few months back, but as it turns out, I still had a few feet to fall.
Today, well, in about 12 hours, actually, I'm going to the doctor. I need to get back on blood pressure meds.
Yeah, that's awesome.
I also plan to just lay it out for her and ask for help.
The worst she can say is that I'm beyond helping, but in my heart of hearts, I know that's not true.
But I'm done feeling like total garbage. I should be sleeping at 2AM. Not up worrying, or trying to burp out the fire in my belly, or wondering if I could manage Atkins just long enough to get down to a size where I can fit in more things in my closet.
I've been saying, "Man, I'm tired", so often, I don't know if I'd even recognize what rested, or right, or normal feels like.
I feel like if I could get my BP normal, and maybe get a bump on my dose of happy meds, I'd get the toehold I need to drag myself up from rock bottom. I'd want to eat better, I'd feel like exercising.
I'd sleep better, and then miraculously the cycle would start to shift in a positive direction.
That's what I'm hoping for.
Even if it means I have to fall onto the floor of the doctor's office in a heap and wail loudly.
It works for kids.
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