Ugh, today is just so SHYT. Sigh-high anxiety, throw in a little panic too, why not dissociate also? I finally laid down and took a 1.5 hr. nap. I thought I was feeling better after my nap and went to the grocery store because I forgot to order bananas and the delivery store tortilla chips were way overcooked. These are white corn chips that looked TAN. So I got that refunded, got home and my daughter's like, "Daddy and I are out of salt in the bathroom. Completely." SHYT! H does this Neti pot sinus irrigation thing and insists he only use unidiodized salt, and my daughter uses the same salt in the bathroom to rinse her mouth with salt after her dental routine (per the dentist request). H wasn't home, so poor daughter, I lit into her. I was like, "WHY do you think I keep this notepad up here (which everyone knows is for adding groceries to the list). Do you think I just amuse myself by doodling names of groceries on it or WHAT?!" Poor daughter. Then, I was like, ugh, I have to go back to the store for the uniodized salt; H worked outside this afternoon. His allergies are awful, and apparently this nasal irrigation helps him and I hear about it when he doesn't have salt or distilled water for it.
Took out trash and there was a mountain of boxes left over for Christmas, falling out over the place which didn't improve my mood.
I swear this had better be PMS. I feel like I am going out of my MIND!
H will be home soon but I've need to pull things together. Luckily, I have leftovers of a turkey mexican cheese soup we can have for dinner, so at least I don't have cooking. I really have to be strong now because H's errands include picking up the cremains of our poor cat Sugarberry  We'll bury them tomorrow, I think. Sugarberry's death broke us all up though I was more stoic than my daughter (meds sometimes make it hard for me to cry even at appropriate times like death of a pet), and poor H took it hardest of all. So they are both going to need me to be not snapping at everything and falling appart.
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Bipolar 1, PTSD, anorexia, panic disorder, ADHD
Seroquel, Cymbalta, propanolol, buspirone, Trazodone, gabapentin, lamotrigine, hydroxyzine,
There's a crack in everything. That is how the light gets in.
--Leonard Cohen
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