Back to Reality

 I feel like I've been in a fog of happiness the last few days.  Well that's gone.

My mom's hip is hurting her.  It has been the last few days. I helped her bring up some laundry from downstairs.

We have 26 steps that are winding from the basement to our apartment. I hate those damn steps.  I will leave a 24 pack of water in the trunk of my car for a couple of days because I dread carrying it up those stupid stairs.  It has been a pain.

I get pain in my own hip when it's humid out.  My bones weakened a bit from the cancer drugs that I took for 3 1/2 years.  I'm even robbing peter to pay paul with my health.  Don't want cancer?  Take this drug but prepare for a little bone weakness.  Cool.  Try to think of the positive.  I'm alive. I heard that a lot and I wanted to say that's not going so well.  It's such a mixed bag sometimes on this subject.

I forgot to take my anti depressant the last couple of nights.  Why you ask?  I don't know.  I realized it when I woke up this morning.  

I was feeling a little side effect where I get this zapping feeling.  I've probably said this before, but I went off this drug like 20 years ago cold turkey.  Holy hell did I pay for it.  Why did I do it?  Someone made me feel like a failure because I turned to drugs to cope with life and that doctors were evil.  Well that person smoked mushrooms in their 20s and got turned on by women with hairy armpits so why was I listening to that person, you may ask?  Good question.  

I was hoping that we would have gotten a call about the four family that wasn't that far from us.  It was a lower and it would have been good for both of us.  I know those four families can be a drama fest but I was hoping that wasn't the case.

I am hoping my mom feels better this weekend so we can just go for a drive.  She actually wants to drive in Lois' neighborhood or nearby.  I'm not so sure about that. I think it's most college students but you know, never hurts to take a drive and see what's what.  Good to get out of the house on a nice weekend.

I hope it's a nice weekend.  I know there's a 90 degree somewhere.  I'll be in doors melting.  



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