I’ve been holed up in the basement for the past three days trying to finish what I can of the walls as we want the stupid project done; almost three years later…
One of us is picking up a thing of Liquid Nails this evening, so hopefully I can post photos of all the hard work I’ve been doing; prime twice, base coat twice, color wash, decorative plank attachment, moulding.
I totally forgot!
Last we checked, my diagnosis regarding my anxiety disorder was “general” meaning just that. Now, it seems as though my doc (the real doc) has pinpointed my malaise. I have Dysthymic disorder. Cliffnote version: I have chronic mood issues that are still categorized as depression but my symptoms are not as severe as someone with major depression. While my episodes are drawn out, they’re not catastrophic.
While I seem like a really upbeat, happy, nice person, I have a very cynical, demeaning side… major self-esteem issues. The medication totally helps and finally, after years of silently dealing with (and ignoring) this problem, I feel like I am starting to live life.
Steve totally deserves a gold star for even offering to marry me while I was in Henious-Bitch-Mode.
I still feel elated at The Job. I’ve been here for three weeks and I’ve already done more then I ever did at The Old Job. I actually enjoy dressing up, obtaining new clothes and showing off how awesome I am.
It’s supposed to rain for the next however-long and I still do not own Wellies (Wellingtons) or Boots (non-fashion/snow boots). While Steve’s at school tomorrow I think I’ll take a jaunt to Target and see what they have for me. My sneakers (trainers) held up this morning but it wasn’t raining that hard.
Oh, and with the rain comes tendon flare-ups. fun.
Now that I’m not grazing aimlessly all day, I lost a pound. Yes. One Pound. But that’s one pound less I have to carry around. I totally need to figure out how to get back into they gym swing. My shift has changed with The Job so while I used to get the gym at a not-busy time and I’d be finishing when everyone else was arriving, it worked out. But now, by 7pm I am pooped and going ot the gym is the last thing on my mind.
Never thought I’d say it, but I miss going to the gym.
Bailey’s starting to talk. And not just with her tail.
We asked her to come up to the top of the bed with us and usually she grumbles. A few nights ago, she made a short noise that almost sounded like, “NO!”
Another incident is when she told Steve to “STOP!” when he as trying to get her tummy.
She still purrs.
I had wicked insomnia last night (didn’t get to sleep until after 11, then I was up from 12:30 until 2…) and she knew, so she came up and slept with me.