Come on if you're feeling if you're feeling alright.
I'm jamming to Hawk Nelson. And right now I'm feeling alright. I'm on some meds right now that make everything feel just peachy. I won't go into any details cause I haven't told my parents. I feel like a sneaky teenager taking drugs behind their backs. A 15 year old taking bc behind her mom's back. lol.
I will quote my sister.....Mom doesn't need to know everything. I've told a cross section of people from my life. My sister and Mike for family. Two women from church for my church family. My bff, even though she's a million miles away in Maine, and my cop friend, Ron. He's got a little bit of experience in this kind of thing, I feel safe in his hands. Well, I'm not "in his hands" YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!!
Tuesday I felt so yucky. I thought I was okay, went to the mall in between classes, tried on some jeans (SIZE 9!!! LEVI'S JUNIOR SIZE 9, HOW AWESOME IS THAT??!!) then I went to Payless and tried on all the size 6-1/2 shoes I liked, yes, even my shoes size went down with the rest of my body. Then I just kind of strolled around doing nothing and looking at everything. I got a fingernail buffed to high sheen. It looked like glass when she got done with it, but I had a dollar and she wanted 58 more of them to buy that stuff. I found a B. Dalton. My favorite! I found a few interesting things in the very front where they have the things to catch your attention and draw you into the store. I would go in without those things out front, I love books. I wasn't in there for just a few minutes when I started to crash. I seriously wanted to lay down in the floor and take a nap. I had been talking with my friend, Ron, and I sent him a text saying I didn't feel good at all. It was like one minute I was telling him how good I felt, the next I was saying I didn't feel good. He asked me what was wrong and I told him and he told me I needed to go home. The meds were playing havoc with me again. I found a chair in the store and sat down for a few minutes until I felt like I could function enough to get to my car and get something to drink. It felt like real, real low blood sugar when you don't eat. Or when you eat a lot of sugar and then the sugar wears off. But, I hadn't done any of that kind of stuff. I've been eating, not much, but enough to ward off the shakes. Another side effect of the meds is decreased appetite, I don't' eat much, but I do eat. Not enough for it to mess with my blood sugar, and I'm not diabetic or hypoglycemic.
I got to my car, drank some tea, got back to the school, turned in my homework, and went home. It didn't happen so quick, tho, I wish. First, it was only 3:30 and my class wasn't until 6:00. I had to waste a couple more hours. I went to a park, took a nap, but not a deep nap. Ron kept keeping tabs on me to make sure I was ok. My stomach felt like I needed to throw up. I got to the school a little after 5:00 but found the room was still locked. I went back to my car and sat in there for another 30 minutes until I saw some of my other classmates walking that way. I got out, went inside, turned in my work, then went back to my car. To find that I had locked the keys in it. Great. My only set, too. I looked for someone to help me, but no one could. I know no one in Fayetteville, I had that one dollar still, and it was getting late. No one has metal hangers anymore, plastic hangers are the thing on university campuses, I guess. Maybe they all saw Mommy Dearest? idk.
But, I finally did find campus police and had to wait on them for about 20 minutes for him to finish harassing some boy driving a mustang. I sat down and cried for a couple minutes while I waited on him. Ron, policeman Ron, told me I needed to go knock him in the head to get his attention. I just love Ron, he's the only cop who would say stuff like that. When he got done, he was able to help me. It took him all of about 20 seconds to get my car unlocked. I waited all that time for 20 seconds worth of work! He pulled out this velvet pouch with these tools in it. A handbook with all the makes and models of cars. He asked me what year my car was, made his choice of tools and presto. There ya go. It was 6:30 by the time I left Fayetteville. I could hardly see straight. But I made it. I was in bed by 8:39. Then awake again by midnight.
These meds, I have the perfect description of how they make me feel. Pregnant. Only worse. I feel sick to my stomach part of the day, then feel on top of the world. In between those two, I feel extreme fatigue. My sleep patterns are totally disrupted. I feel so sleepy I can't keep my eyes open, so I go to bed, only to sleep just a few hours, then I'm wide awake. I don't sleep over 5 hours a night these days. I don't like that at all. No wonder I'm so tired during the day.
Well, that's about it. I'm still feeling pretty good. Right now. I can't hold still. I slept for two more hours this morning after being up for a couple hours, then when I woke up I felt good. Maybe that's just what I need only I usually can't do that. Both classes were cancelled today so I didn't have anything to do. Laundry.
