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Rated: 18+ · Book · Women's · #1268197
Drop by drop the snow pack dies, watering the arid lands below.
#800952 added December 25, 2013 at 6:35pm
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Six days left in 2013
There are six days left in 2013 and I seem to be in limbo. I feel like I'm floating in an environmental suit between worlds. I'm still in the house, with no place to go when it the sale closes (if it ever closes). I feel as if I'm living in an episode of the Twilight Zone. This afternoon, I'm feeling better then I did this morning, but I think that is a results of the nap I took around 10:30 or 11:00 am. I have all sorts of things to do both online and in the house; however, I can't seem to focus on what I'm doing. My attention span is short and I can't do more then one or two reviews in one sitting. That works well because I've set the daily review goal at t here.

I can't seem to focus on what I'm writing. I can't stand up to do any thing for longer then five or six minutes. If I stand up for ten minutes then my left leg goes to sleep,. If I sit down too long then I have difficulty getting up. I need to go to the grocery store tomorrow to purchase some laundry detergent and other stuff. I think while I'm there I'll purchase some fresh veggies as well and maybe some fruit beside bananas. I like bananas but I've had too many of them this week end because my sister left some here as part of my birthday present.

I'm tired of being alone. I've been alone in this house for most of the week and I'm tired of it . All I want to do when I'm by myself is eat, feel sorry for myself, and fantasize. I'm tired of complaining. All I ever do when I'm by myself is complain to myself; I don't complain a lot in my blogs, but I suspect that will be happening in the next few days if I don't do something about my mood today. I'm tired of being cold when I don't think it's as cold as the way I feel. I'm tired of high power bills. I'm tired of feeling as if I'm in limbo. I'm repeating myself, so that's a good indication that this entry is becoming a rant.

I'm sick and tired of waiting for doctor's offices to call to make an appointment. The last time I called the office they said they would call me, but they haven't so I'm going to have to call them tomorrow. I'm on waiting list for apartments, but none of them have called to say my name has come up and it's almost 2014. I want to be somewhere new in the New Year and I'm stuck in the old place and in the old year.

I don't feel good. I don't feel ill at the moment, but I did this morning. My stomach hurt and I was nauseous. This happen earlier this week, I think on Monday and the feeling finally passed when I took a nap. That may be why I took such a long nap this morning because I was feeling sick. I can't see the screen or what I'm writing unless I hold my head a certain way and that sometimes causes my neck to hurt.

I have a prescription for some compression stockings, which I can't afford until after the New Year. At least, I don't think I can afford them, I'll know more tomorrow when I call one or two of the medical supply stores that sell them. My sister gave me a check yesterday, so I'll deposit it and then see if I have enough left after purchasing the laundry detergent at the store. At least I don't have to worry about paying for the food because I have a food card that will take care of that.

The only thing I haven't complained about in this entry is my dentures. I think they need to be relined and I'm going to have to pay for that myself. Since that is everything I can think to rant about, I'm closing this entry.


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