The voices are mine. All they do is ask questions, one right after the other, I am driving me nuts. I had a two-hour reprieve after taking my one and only dose of Trazodone. After reading the literature and researching it online I am afraid of taking anymore. But for those two hours all was quiet in my head. I don’t know if it was due to the Trazodone, but that part I liked. But the one little pill did not make me sleep for a full night. That is all I ask for, one full night, I don’t ask for much. Maybe I do.
I finished reading And the Rain Came Down did a book review on it and was going to take a break from reading to concentrate on my writing, but I could not resist the urge to get another book started so I began reading Dead Silence by Brenda Novak. I wasn’t going to get any sleep and the creative juices weren’t flowing, I wasn’t compelled to even force it.
Physical therapy at this point I don’t know if it is helping any or not. After each session my lower back feels like it is on fire and I am completely worn out to the point that I am pretty much rendered useless for the rest of the day. That just doesn’t seem right to me. I didn’t sleep much and don’t feel it would be safe for my sleep deprived ass to be out there driving to the rehab place, so I cancelled.
Today I need to go renew my tags, then I need to get my oil changed in my car and get it trip checked just to make sure all is good on it. It is also time to get it started…for these little tasks I wish I had a “husband”….lol. I hate taking care of this crap….well I take it back, life is less complicated without a husband…so better yet I wish Boy # 2 was old enough to drive and take care of those little details. If Boy # 1 was here he would be doing that for me. I miss my baby.
Well I am off to shower, cut my hair and get this day started and over with.