NoJoMo – 6 And Still Going….

I took today off. Tom offered yesterday, and Julie encouraged me to take some time off. I’ve been on the Oxy since I filled the Rx yesterday, but I’ll have to go off of it to get to the doctor this afternoon for my check up appointment. I hate that I’ve been so out of it, but I love being out of pain. I told Tom I’d be back at work tomorrow. I kind of hate that I feel the need to go back in. I wish that I could feel guilt free about taking two days off, but I know that I can’t. I’ll have the weekend to recover, even if it is my birthday weekend.
I hate the idea of missing so much more of my life, but I’m really hoping that by the end of the weekend… you know what… enough. I’ve harped on my damn teeth enough.
I have so many other things in my life going on and here I am harping on my dang teeth! Sheesh!
You’ll have to bear with me, as I am still drugged… but let’s move on.
Let’s see… I’ve updated that my job is fabulous. My marriage is going well. Grant and I do still fight, but not nearly as often as we used to… and the good times make everything worth it. We have so much fun together… and I honestly can imagine my life without him.
I love Virginia. The cats are fine. Bagheera is getting a little pudgy, but don’t tell her I said so. Italics is his usual self.
Faye, my bf, decided to take an insane trip to New Mexico where she, her husband, and her grandparents will be camping without electricity or running water for a week… while her grandfather and husband hunt. Fabulously insane, I told her. I hope she has enough cell reception to call for my birthday. Otherwise, I told her, I get to stay made at her for at least a week. I mean seriously… no running water??? Yuck.
 
My mom is going through a rough patch. It seems the Fates are amusing themselves by seeing how many balls she can keep in the air at one time. It’s a little scary how much she’s able to handle. The fact that she calls me every day to ask how I’m doing make me a little sad. I hate that I have to tell her when I’m not doing well. Michael, my almost-step-dad’s car died. He can’t really afford a new one. No idea what they are going to do. Right now, things are just really tight.
 
My house is currently tornado central. Grant cleans every so often to try to make me feel better, but it’s never enough. He can’t clean it like I can. No one can. If I want it done right, I have to do it myself. I just haven’t been able to. Guess what I’m doing as soon as I have energy again?? Fall cleaning baby!!
 
I’m so exhausted. I was going to try to stay awake until my afternoon appointment, but I can see now that that is a vain hope. I’m drifting in and out. I need to go set an alarm, less I miss my appointment. Hopefully, tomorrow I’ll be less drugged and able to write more coherently.  Cross the fingers.