This has been a pretty sad weekend. My DH is in PA visiting his father. Things are getting worse and it's just a matter of how many months til he is no longer with us.
This dwarfs my problems I know.
But it is hard not to feel lonely without DH around. I've spent the past few days on the computer-watching tv- eating- and sleeping. Oh right also taking a big pile of pills and suppositories. Fun.
The cats were out of food so I took a trip to PetSmart where they were having cat adoptions. I always torture myself by looking at the cats and imagining all the ones that aren't lucky enough to be fostered or adopted. So I started talking to the lady running the adoptions and....
We going to foster a litter of kittens!!!!
How does this not make everything sooooo much better?
The last time we had bad news about FIL we bought a tie for Newman to wear. Cute cats make everything better.
Okay...now for "symptoms" aka why do I torture myself?
This morning I was constipated. Aren't you glad you know that?
I had bad stabbing pains in my lower parts last night. Could it be the suppository I had just thrust up in there?
My back hurt a lot last night. Oh wait, I often have back pain.
Vivid dreams....like I always have.
Actually the dream was kind of funny. I often have night terrors. I've had them since I was little (best moment...at a sleepover I was the first one asleep "woke up" and swore all my friends were dressed in civil war uniforms.) so I've learned that if I think I'm covered in spiders or if looks like there is a giant in the corner....I should just go back to sleep.
But last night I "woke up" and there was this shiny little embryo looking ball that was flying towards me. Now instead of going back to sleep, I panicked, brushed it away and ran in to the bathroom before I had my moment of clarity. "Oh, yeah. I'm probably dreaming."
I returned to my bed and the two grumpy cats whose beauty sleep I had disturbed.