Getting a bit better

Oh the drama. Apparently letting two of my three bosses know what was going on was not enough, I have to call and talk to the big boss, the one that’s made me crazy. And I think she wants me to call every day until I get my paperwork turned in. Apparently neither of the other two have bothered to mention to her that they both talked to me over the weekend and both have a general idea what’s going on. Whatever.

I’m doing better. I’m usually getting to bed between 2100 and 2200. For some reason I’m usually up between 0400 and 0500 and then I have a nap from 1000 to 1200. I don’t know if it’s the increased dose of my medicine that’s doing this to me, if it’s the depression itself, or if I’m just that worn out from work still. I go to another doctor on Friday, and I’ve got to get her to sign a leave of absence form for me. I don’t know if I can ever go back to that store, my health may not permit it.

I’m getting some primo nakie time in though. With the exception of two trips to town and a couple of mornings when I had to have something on (the house is a bit drafty and it’s been in the twenties overnight) I’ve been totally nakie since Sunday morning. I finally got the nails out of the doors to the porches that aren’t there anymore so I’ve got a good cross-breeze through the main area of the house when it starts to get too warm in the afternoon. I should probably get a kiddie gate or something to put across that opening for when the door is open. It’s about a ten or fifteen foot drop from the threshold to the ground.

I didn’t realize Ember’s been having such a hard time of it. I really wish she’d called me. I’ll call her tonight after I get off the phone with work.