Here I am, another Monday morning at work. I’m pretty tired as I didn’t sleep well at all. I had a horrible nightmare which now seems a bit distant and fuzzy. It was, none the less, very unpleasant but very realistic. The type where you’re trying to scream but you can’t. I hate that.
I missed some time from work for the EEG and Friday for the neurologist. I took the rest of Friday off as I wasn’t feeling quite right. I think the lack of sleep caught up with me and my legs were spasming and my head was aching. Blah. But the doctor confirmed JME (junior myoclonic epilepsy) and proscribed Depakote. It’s a great medication for me, being some one who has been diagnosed with bi-polar disorder, migraines and epilepsy … takes care of all three. I won’t be at a theraputic dosage for another few days. I’m supposed to be weening myself off of Klonopine but I was feeling a little nasty yesterday so I’ll take the full dosage of Klonopine until I can get to the theraputic dosage of Depakote.
I have a bunch of family in town. Dennis and I went to my… Continue reading
Sent: Wednesday, January 26, 2005 3:34 PM
Subject: MAN OF THE HOUSE – too funny!
A man finished reading the book on male assertiveness, MAN OF THE HOUSE.
He stormed into the kitchen and walked directly up to his wife. Pointing a
finger in her face, he said: “From now on, I want you to know that I am the
man of this house, and my word is law!
I want you to prepare me a gourmet meal tonight, and when I’m finished
eating my meal, I
expect a sumptuous dessert afterward. Then, after dinner, you’re to draw me
my bath so I can relax. And when I’m finished with my bath, guess who’s
going to dress me and comb my hair?”She looked at him for a moment and
“The funeral director?”
I have heard “Master and Servant” by Depeche Mode probably 20 times the in last two days. I’m going to be singing that song all friggin’ night. You know, “domination is the name of the game”. Woo.
I’ve had little headaches for the last few days. I started to get a migraine last night but it faded off before bed and I was thankful. Now I’ve got the little shocks of pain in my head and the muscles twiches in my feet/face. It’s not so bad though.
The weather is quite nice … overcast and cloudy (well of course). I’m wearing the requisite black slacks (red pin stripes), black “bustier”, black camisole, black sweater (2) and black maryjanes with my black umbrella. Ahh how I love to wear black … that constant state of mourning … for what?
That makes me think … maybe it’s my lack of having a social life/creative life. I watched Scrubs last night (I know, breaking the cardinal rule of “no tv at home”). Turk and J.D. touched on the whole “no life” thing because Colin Farrell was “living life to the fullest”. I see people like that and think “do I need another near… Continue reading