I'm still only been getting a mere 2-3 hours sleep a night, and it's catching up with me. I drove down to Detroit again yesterday to catch a Tigers' game? On the way back home (almost a two hour drive), I suddenly felt like my eyelids had ten pound weights on them & my head started to spin. It was the worst period I'd had behind the wheel since I quit drinking over two decades ago. I was afraid I'd get stopped by a cop. On top of that, the Tigers fumbled away a potential victory. Strange day, indeed. I called my NP today & she made a few med adjustments. I'm not sure if it will help, though, as the last two she made didn't do shite for me. Enough complaining...
I'm sorry you're still trying to achieve closure with your father's estate, @
Soupe du jour. I hope it becomes a reality soon.
I'm glad you saw your daughter, @
Sunflower123, but was sorry to read of the tornado that damaged her apartment. It seems the southern U.S. has had more than its fair share of severe weather this year. BTW, I still feel guilty about my rant a few months ago. I try to be kind, but sometimes fall short. Anyways, I'm sorry...
So, you're back in the trenches again, @
June08. Again, I can empathize with the stress you must be experiencing. Many people think teachers clock in at 8 o'clock, and clock out at 3:30. No one takes into account all the work one brings home. As a class of people, teachers take altogether too much shite these days. I'm glad my career is over.
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Nammu, I'm sorry you've had to deal with so many changes this year. I'm glad, however, you've been taking things in stride, though. While I've only started posting again recently, I did enough lurking to follow your challenges. Keep your left up, kiddo.
Oh, well. Sleep eludes me, so I've had time to post in the wee hours without neglecting my partner. I'm sometimes bit cranky due to sleep deprivation, but she's very understanding. I'm fortunate in that respect. I don't know what I'd do without her.
A big peace sign to all my other friends and acquaintances. Hang tough, peeps.