Here's the truth.
Some weeks are just effed. They are screwed up. It's like one of those pop-goes-the-weasel toys with a scary clown in it.
I need a new prescription for certain medication.
I can't get in to see my family doctor until Friday because of the Holiday Medication Frenzy. (Yes it is a real thing). And she does not prescribe medication by phone or fax.
My medication runs out tomorrow.
So I am trying to extend my tablets...
Otherwise I'll be dealing with full withdrawal symptoms. (Great).
Tomorrow is a MASSIVELY important appointment. Tomorrow is also the first day of filming (documentary about invisible diseases).
So I will be headachy, sweating buckets, and enduring hot flashes. At the appointment. On camera.
Then, tonight, to keep my mind busy and off of the pain that is now being less treated, I decided to do chores.
My washer leaked water everywhere.
My dishwasher malfunctioned and it now smells faintly like a pool in my house. (At least my dishes and clothing were effectively washed). This all made me give up entirely on making a nice healthy dinner... Instant meal. <sigh>
I also have a dental appointment on Thursday for which I need to be sedated. I need to get the prescription beforehand.
But I don't see my doctor until Friday.
Yeah... I haven't really figured out how I am going to fix that one yet.
And then Friday I need to see my doctor, fill and pick up my prescriptions, and then I have a very exciting opportunity on Friday that I would very much wish to go well.
So if I can see my doctor and replenish the missed doses, and somehow do that all in time, then I will hopefully be feeling better by the time that opportunity starts.
Oh... and I had some chocolate to help my mood.
I had too much and broke out in hives on my chest.
I know it won't be so bleak tomorrow. (Or at least it will be calmer next week, if all else fails).
And then it will be Christmas. And Christmas is awesome.
Going to bed early. I don't need any other scary clown pop-goes-the-weasel surprises to come up today.