I got one hour of crappy sleep last night. I my shoulders and back hurt like a bitch. I'm not sure if it is from driving crappy bus 67, or just because it can.
I spent the night trying to quiet Ophelia, who is in heat. Screaming, yeowling, let-me-kill-katie-and-eat-your-painting madness. She is quiet right now, hopefully because I made her go to PetCo with me and stressed her furry little butt out. She walked on her leash like a good kitten, though, so I guess that is good. She goes in Tuesday to get that damn uterus removed. I don't want to leave Katie with my Mom. Not because I think my Mom won't take care of her, but I love the little fur ball. I don't want her to think I am abandoning her. She keeps being really affectionate, like she knows I'm getting rid of her. I feel awful.
I found what I want to make for Mothers' Day and my Mom's birthday. http://www.mypicot.com/crochet_butterfly_patterns01.html.
I love it. It is gorgeous. I have never worked with thread, nor tried to crochet lace, and I know I have 800 million WIP but I wanna try. I think it would be a great present; she loves butterflies.
That whole website is neat. I'm using some of the stitch patterns in the blanket I am making.
I have an appointment for this study thing I signed up for tomorrow. I don't know. The boy was reading through the informed consent paper and some of the stuff is scary, and he seemed hesitant. I have a 2/3 chance of being on Seroquel, which is originially an antipsychotic, they use it to treat schizophrenia, and they want to see how it works for Borderline Personality Disorder. Now, I know I'm not schizophrenic, and I doubt I am BPD. I fit most of the criteria, but I don't have delusions or anything . The last psychiatrist I saw hadn't really defined anything, saying Bi-polar II and Cyclothymia were probably closest to how I feel. I don't know if I want to take it. I looked it up on Google, and the first thing was that they use it to treat bi-polar depression. WTF? Make up your minds. I guess I have a lot of questions to ask tomorrow morning.
I'm going home Friday. I don't go home much, so I am kind of excited just to get away from here for a little bit. My Dad has 4 days off, and he is really happy I am coming home. Even if I just do everything I do here, there, maybe it will help get me out of this whatever I've been in.
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