It's March 17th, St. Patrick's Day. I'm not Irish, so this holiday has never been a big deal for me. It has always seemed like a day where all people do is eat and drink beer. It's supposed to be a day of celebration for a saint, but I don't see it.
My family is Scottish. my last name is Scottish. However, now that I think of it, I think my mom's maiden name is Irish. I'll have to do a little more investigation. So, maybe I'm Scots-Irish. In that case, top of the morning to you.
The past 2 months have flown by, which after January is a rather nice surprise. I thought we would never get out of the first month of the year. There was a very large, dark cloud hanging over my head. I'm still kind of depressed. I'm just in a rut. I still have no friends, nothing to do in my free time. My niece gave me a couple of books to read, and I started them, but I'm also experiencing anxiety, which I haven't had in a few months. My anxiety has manifested itself orally. Meaning that I'm either eating, smoking or chewing bubblegum. My mouth is constantly moving. I can't stop. I feel so restless if I'm not doing something with my mouth.
I ran out of my anti-psychotic for about a week and a half, and I'm taking meloxicam for pain. Meloxicam can increase appetite and decrease the sense of taste. So, as a result I've been craving sugar and spicy foods. I also ran out of Ozempic, so I gained back 5 pounds of the 20 I had lost. I see my doctor, endocrinologist, on the 22nd of April.
I went to my orthopedist a couple of weeks ago and it turns out that the pain in my left shoulder is due to a rotator cuff problem. So, I'm in physical therapy. It's going okay, but my shoulder is really throbbing. It's also causing me problems in bed. I can't sleep on my left side because of my shoulder, I can't sleep on my right side, because it causes abdominal pain. I did something to my sacrum last week, so I can't sleep on my back, because that causes my legs to get numb. If I was a horse, I think I would have been put down by now. I had an endoscopy about my abdominal pain, I still have to look at the results, they sent them to my online patient portal. I kinda don't care anymore. I don't want anymore pills or shots or surgery. But something tells me that my back and shoulder will be going under the knife sometime this year. Like I said, getting old is a bitch.
We had another death in the family. Our cat Zuko died on Thursday. He was lying in the sun on my bed and he died. He'd been sick for a while, and we knew it was coming, but it was still a shock. I took the day off. I called my sister when he died, and she called Erica. We all miss him a lot. He was very talkative, so it's eerily quiet around here, especially in the morning. He was our alarm clock. So, now we have 2 cats and a dog. my cat Zelda is missing her playmate and eating buddy. Zaybra doesn't seem phased, but Kyber isn't sure of his place. He was second banana to Zuko. Kyber is our dog. He's the youngest of our pets. He will be 3 in August. Zelda is going to be 4 on May 4th. Zaybra will be 10 in the fall.
I finally got my budget straightened out. Fortunately, I got my taxes back early to pay for my March rent before they started eviction proceedings. I had to borrow $400 from my brother, but I'm paying him back this week. Yes, my brother is talking to me again. It's been about a year, but I don't bother him unless it's a last resort, plus it was only $400 and not $1400. At any rate, April's rent will be on time. Of course, I'm still behind on my car insurance and electric bill, but those will be paid this week too.
My mom's birthday is on the 4th of April. I've been thinking of her off and on. The anniversary of her death came and went without any emotional upheaval. In fact, I didn't realize it until the next day. Which is good I guess. After last year, I'm not dwelling too much on the past. I'm just concentrating on each day as it comes. The anniversary of my dad's death went by without any stirrings either. It was just another day.
I'm still waiting for my state taxes to come in the mail. For some unknown reason I indicated that I wanted a check, which is stupid. But it hasn't come yet, and waiting for that money so I can buy a new bed. Right now, I'm sleeping on a twin air mattress. It's a good air mattress, but it's not a real bed.
Work is going well. I start training class for a level 2 agent on April 1st. Hopefully, it will lead to a promotion and a raise, which I hear is a pretty nice chunk of change. I've doing more and more level 2 stuff. My supervisor likes me a lot, and I simply adore her. I can talk to her about anything, and she knows about all my medical problems. She is so supportive and encouraging.
I think I'm hitting the road next month to visit my Aunt Delores and Uncle Pree. I can only go for a weekend, but it will be nice to get out of the house and sleep in a real bed.
Oh well, I guess that's all for now. It's time for coffee and a cigarette. I got up early and took the dog for walk and fed the cats. I also scooped the kitty litter. I do that when ever it gets too full, as our cats are rather finicky and don't like to use a dirty litter box. So I keep it fresh and clean for them. Sometimes, I think I work to make sure my pets have a certain lifestyle. If there is such a thing as reincarnation, I'd like to come back as a pet that is treated as well as we treat ours.
Take it easy, stay safe, and don't drink too much green beer. Peace, Joy, Love-B
