the dog stretches out next to me to wake me and I roll over, away, so I can stay asleep but of course I've moved, the ruse is over and I get a nose lick. My brain immediately kicks into hyperdrive,
feed the dogs,
kitchen floor needs sweeping,
bedroom floor needs sweeping,
how am I gonna get Brody's meds without a car
SO working until close for the 4th day in a row, or is he,
tree branches in the yard need taking care of, none of which was my doing
kitchen needs cleaning,
2 flowerbeds need cleaning out,
that spot I missed while mowing in the back forty needs going over,
should I work in the yard or in the house,
stuff in the basement desperately needs washing,
The trundle is still in the basement,
utility bill needs paying,
Three projects that im halfway through, should I work on these,
something is eating holes in my veggies, they have to be treated,
the carpet is disgusting and needs to be cleaned or ripped up,
So many more and these are before my feet have hit the floor. It's steady, I can't shut it off. So many different meds, a new psych, yet another bout of withdrawal that I'm am not making it through with any form of coping grace. I want to smash things, scream, pull out my hair. Another call to the doctor. The waiting game.
feed the dogs,
kitchen floor needs sweeping,
bedroom floor needs sweeping,
how am I gonna get Brody's meds without a car
SO working until close for the 4th day in a row, or is he,
tree branches in the yard need taking care of, none of which was my doing
kitchen needs cleaning,
2 flowerbeds need cleaning out,
that spot I missed while mowing in the back forty needs going over,
should I work in the yard or in the house,
stuff in the basement desperately needs washing,
The trundle is still in the basement,
utility bill needs paying,
Three projects that im halfway through, should I work on these,
something is eating holes in my veggies, they have to be treated,
the carpet is disgusting and needs to be cleaned or ripped up,
So many more and these are before my feet have hit the floor. It's steady, I can't shut it off. So many different meds, a new psych, yet another bout of withdrawal that I'm am not making it through with any form of coping grace. I want to smash things, scream, pull out my hair. Another call to the doctor. The waiting game.
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