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| Planned on writing more yesterday but I forgot. Didn't do anything anyways except dye my hair. This morning I had my appointment with my physician. My xrays I had back in February showed nothing, of course. She said not to worry about my ankle unless it seems to be getting worse or not healing. All my bloodwork came back good. MaryLynn is retiring at the end of the month and some guy named Justin is taking over for her. I will miss her. I'm thinking of stopping my Humana Insurance. The stuff I can get with my allowance every month the list is getting shorter and shorter. The only other benefit I can think of is I don't have any med co-pays but they also keep changing what meds they will cover. I need to speak with someone about my benefits should I go back to medicaid/medicare but I don't know who. I think that is what Terry is on and she has been having almost as many problems as me...... maybe I should talk to Tracy. Crochet went fine today. There were only three students and Jacob didn't do a dang thing but work on a hat he decided he didn't like and look up things on his computer (he said he was looking up patterns but one can not be sure)., I left at 2:30 pm. and decided to come home. Everything was just plain okay today. Now that I guess I am considered healed no one is doing anything for me any more. If I'm lucky David might make me a meal. I think he is rebelling because I supposedly got up and made myself a sandwich while the worker was here so they cut the amount David was getting to take care of me. That doesn't explain why the house is a mess however. Sore teeth or not the house is starting to smell. |
| I tried to start a diamond painting today and ended up with diamonds everywhere. I definitely need a large flat surface and I need to stop shaking. Nothing else to do today. I have been working on crochet off and on. That has been a slow process..... Tomorrow I have an appointment with my medical doctor in the morning then have crochet group in the afternoon. It means I will be spending the whole day at CMH. Oh well. At least I won't be on my foot the whole time. David has been up twice but he hasn't given me my pills yet. he is in pain with his teeth so I am trying to cut him some slack. |
| I'm almost back to not caring...... almost. I want to run and get away from the house as much as possible. I went to my appt with my psychiatrist today though and David I guess didn't even know I was gone.... He threw a fit when I texted him I was back so I could get my morning meds. Accused me of bad mouthing him and trying to make him lose his job. I did nothing but sing his praises while I was at CMH. Anyways I decided not to go to Wire Wrapping tomorrow or to clubhouse as I had previously planned for Thursday. Don't ask me what I'm going to do here because I haven't got a clue...... I told my psychiatrist that I was back on all the meds I was on before the hospital. As far as I know that is correct. She wants to see me in a month instead of the usual three which is fine with me. David forgot it was garbage day so now we're going to have it piling up for another week. I wasn't about to try and get those huge cans down the front porch with my sprained ankle. I would have fell on my head. Besides, when I was growing up garbage was the males job (yes I'm pulling the sexist card here). I played games on my tablet when I should of been writing or reviewing but just thinking of doing that stuff gives me a headache. I've got two diamond paintings pulled out to try and work on but I don't see how without making a mess. I don't want to do them at the dining room table because I can hear David throwing a fit about diamonds everywhere already. I love him to death I do but sometimes he is just set in his ways. Okay this entry is starting to go in circles so I'm going to quit. |
| Back to the old grind tomorrow..... I'm going to take the bus in the morning to CMH to talk to my psychiatrist. Hopefully we can figure out what happened and prevent it from happening to someone else...... I just looked up two of the meds they had me on and they are not supposed to be given together. The more I look up of what they did do to me them more I think they were using me as a guinea pig or something.... I don't know. It is over with and I'm glad it is done....... I hate when they talk about money here.....it is always sounds like we are on the verge of losing the house....... I have to stop listening in on conversations...... Wednesday I might go back to wire wrapping but I'm not sure. I've been gone for at least three weeks. Sally did say I have an appointment with them. Maybe they are starting over. I don't really want to start from the beginning again but I will if I have to. Thursday is a free day this week. I think I'm going to take it off to recouperate. I have a full day at CMH on Friday with seeing my Physician then having crochet class. Found out today the Visiting Physician that I wanted to switch to doesn't take my insurance. I'll have to talk to my doctor on Friday about referring me to the visiting foot doctor. Otherwise I am just going to let my feet continue to get tore up. I'm tired of running all over town to see different doctors for different things. I'm losing track of who is who. |
| I finally looked at the craft room today. I would have to start a new Diamond Painting from scratch. The craft room is definitely a disaster area and I don't remember what was where even before it got bombarded with other things. About the only thing looking at it really did was piss me off...... I started crocheting a little bit on a project I had started before, scrapping what was left of it with a jimmy rig set up. I don't know if anyone understands that explanation but to tell the truth I don't care. I keep thinking of trashing this blog and just doing an offline journal. It's not like there is anything worth while in this one. but then I would have nothing I'd be doing here on WdC. But this is part of my life....... maybe it would force me to do something more on here. But what? My raffle is a joke. I just cleaned it up the best I could but it is still a big ball of cotton candy without the flavor. What else would I do? Start a contest? With what prizes? start an activity? what kind? what would I do? I feel like my head is almost constantly spinning and I feel light headed. I try to think or make sense of anything and my head hurts. All I want to do is lay around and sleep. I'm going to go try to play a game. |
| I can bring you up to date in a nutshell I went into a lock down unit in the hospital for six days.... They put me on all the wrong combination of medicines in all the wrong doses.... When I got home I couldn't walk, I couldn't speak, and I couldn't keep anything down...... David looked up my meds and talked to the pharmacy....Sally came that Monday and helped us talk to CMH..... I am just now getting back to myself..... The problem? I'm almost back to where I was before I put myself in the hospital... I don't want to die...... but living is not the greatest prospect ..... I'm in limbo..... I 'm hoping I can get back to some things next week or something...... My life is on hold waiting for things to change..... I just don't know what to say.... I don't want to do anything , don't want to write. I don't want to crochet. I don't want to go back to wire wrapping .... I want to work on diamond painting but the craft room is a disaster...... I'm going to look at the craft room tomorrow and see what I might be able to do..... I'm just making myself mad and giving myself a headache..... I quit. |
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Love it! I hope "Kristy Parkers" is revived and publishes very soon!
It's probably cheaper to just buy regular stamps and use a piece of paper and envelope to send the stuff instead of buying a postcard. 
