Meds, Hair, Moving, and Photos
I went to the pysch doctor a week ago; I’m just now starting to wake up. My doctor adjusted my meds again to account for the adjustment of my body to the meds and the added stress in my life right now. Instead of taking it all at night, I’ve been instructed to take the extra medication in the morning, except for the new drug he put me on to help me sleep. Before this week, I could sleep more than three or four hours at a time without waking up—and I was having terrible nightmares. Now, lots of sleep and no dreams. I’ve had about 4 hours a day of coherency. I’m working slowly up. This morning I got up around 9, and I have plans to stay up until 10 or 11; my first full day awake. The big problem I have is the morning dose—it makes it really difficult to stay awake. I’m trying to take the meds 12 hours apart, but that doesn’t work too well. 7am is fine for a morning dose (not too early, doesn’t make me sleep too late), but 7 or 8pm for a night dose puts me in bed too early. It’s actually very frustrating.
All of this getting health bullshit is frustrating. I cancelled both of my training sessions this week. I can’t workout. Are you kidding?? I can’t walk across the house without tripping over my own feet, feeling my vision fade, and getting dizzy. Try smoking a few peace pipes and getting on a treadmill… see how far you get. Then there’s the eating right portion. Sure, easy to eat healthy foods if you can stand up long enough to cook/prepare them; even easier if you can clean up afterwards because there’s no counting on a husband to clean up. And the no smoking… it’s coming up on two years. Holy be-jesus! How did I manage almost two years without smoking? It’s unreal. It’s unbelievable. It’s not me. But… to get healthy, I try to eat better, I go to the gym, I become a non-smoker, I take my medication, and I don’t drink… often.
I went out this morning to get my hair done. I promised myself that I would…and I finally did. I kept about the same color I’ve had, but I had her add a bit more of the red-copper to add the sparkle in the summer sun. And I cut it too. It’s substantially shorter. It’s between the middle and long categories of hair. Sitting by Mom’s pool… getting a tan… with my red-ish hair. Just have to make it to Texas first…
BEFORE
AFTER
Grant gave his notice this week. He’s supposed to head to CRC two weeks from today. Mom will probably fly in the following Monday to finish the packing (I can never get it all done) and instruct the help on how to properly load the POD. Then, we’ll take the cats and the two gas guzzlers and head back to Houston. Is it me, or have I done this cross-country shit before? This will be the fourth time I’ve dragged my crap and cats across the country (Austin to Wisconsin, Wisconsin to Houston, San Marcos to Virginia, Virginia to Houston), which is probably why I plan to pawn half our crap off on my mom. Next place we move is going to have 2 bedrooms. That’s it. If the stuff doesn’t fit in 2 bedrooms, we don’t need it. Ugh… Grant and I are probably going tomorrow to buy boxes and tape and stuff. I HATE the idea of packing again. The big thing for me is taking down all my pictures. I’m seriously tempted to leave the all up until Mom gets here. Bare walls depress me—probably why I have so many picture frames and always leave my apartments looking like someone had fun with birdshot.
I’m coping with the husband-leaving part, in truth a lot better than the packing part. I know I’ll miss him. I know I’ll be really lonely for the first month or two. I also know I can survive without him. I know I’m independent and self-reliant. I know I have the support and love of the people most important to me… and if I start to get lonely, I’ll go to my mom’s house. Ever noticed how hard it is to feel sorry for yourself when you’re drinking Champaign and floating in a pool?
Oh… I did my shot my first wedding in April… didn’t have the best background, and I’m become more and more certain that having a nifty camera does not a photographer make. I’m a scenery person… maybe headshots… weddings—not so much. Here’s the best of the bunch.
MAID OF HONOR – GETTING READY
BRIDE’S MAID – GETTING READY
BRIDE – GETTING READY
BRIDE – WITH MAKEUP
<img alt="JoAnna's Wedding" border="0" src="http://i67.photobucket.com/albums/h314/italicspics/beforewedding174ps.jpg” />
BRIDE – WEDDING RING
MAID OF HONOR, BRIDE, FLOWER GIRL BEFORE WEDDING
RING BOY AND FLOWER GIRL
FATHER AND BRIDE
THE HAPPY COUPLE
THE HAPPY COUPLE
ONE BIG FAMILY!
A TOAST TO THE NEWLY WEDS
BRIDE
I guess that’s all for now. I’m content in my drug-induced state. It’s no wonder these meds are controlled substance; it’s like smoking pot without the lung damage and food cravings. I’m in a constant state of …. Wait, what was I saying? 🙂
Ir a escuchar a la lluvia…