Well, I'm here. That's about all I can say. Last night I curled up on the loveseat with Al and promptly fell asleep on him. Literally on him. I must've slept for an hour or two before I got up to pee and decided to go straight to bed. He stayed up a little longer because he was making cinnamon rolls and he had to wait until I woke up to do them. Apparently they turned out like bricks, again, so he threw them away. This is the second time he tried making them and they came out like hockey pucks. He isn't sure what he's doing wrong. He followed the recipe exactly to the letter.
I got up at 6:00am this morning, came out here to play around on the computer, but my eyes kept crossing and trying to close, telling me I needed some more sleep. I tried having breakfast, taking my shot before and my pills afterward, but no joy. I went back to bed at 8:00am and woke Al up when I crawled back between the sheets. He got up to use the bathroom, then came back and was all over me like white on rice. I've never been a morning sex person, and I'm still not, but I gave in to him, just for his sake. I didn't get anything out of it, which is fine. We both rolled back over and went to sleep and didn't get up again until 10:00am.
I hadn't been up for very long when I started getting the shakes and getting very cold. I got up and checked my blood sugar, and this time, it was a sugar issue. My glucose level was 54. Not good. I immediately grabbed orange juice and a candy bar to crank my sugar back up again. It seems to be leveling off now.
Al has decided he's not feeling well and is going to stay home from work today. He said he feels like crap and is tired and worn out, and he feels bad because he will be here but he won't be able to take me shopping or anything. That's fine. He doesn't have to. I just want him to feel better.
I talked to Corri last night. She was able to use the phone, although their payphone sucks and I could barely hear her. She is doing great so far and even the lady in charge has remarked several times that she is ready for this change in her life, based on how she's acting this time around. I mean, she cut her hair short and she participates in group now, whereas she didn't before. You can tell she's ready because she's very gung-ho about everything.
She asked what happened on Thanksgiving, so I told her, and let her know that Dad did apologize, but she was not happy to hear how it went. And then she gave me a not-so-severe talking to about telling Jason about her being bipolar and an alcoholic, among other things. She said she wasn't sure she was going to talk to him again. She's not mad at me, but she did let me know that it wasn't cool, so I apologized because I really did think she'd told him all that anyway. We got to it and through it and she and I are fine. She's looking forward to Al and me coming to visit her next Sunday.
Well, that's all I've got for today. At least it's more of an entry than yesterday. |
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