Zombie Time

I have to drag my dead ass out the door and drive the 25 miles northwest to see my parents. Then at about 9:15 I have to drag my dead ass out their door and drive 20 miles west to get to work. Then at about 6:15 a.m. I have to drag my dead ass from work and drive 10 miles east to crawl back into my coffin. Oh lord, me so tired. How long can this go on?

The Walking Dead

Welcome to the realm of the walking dead! Thanks to everybody who has helped me with my assignment, and I'm sorry I've been a bit remiss in answering comments. I'm still one of the walking dead. I was exhausted but couldn't fall asleep until about 1:30 this afternoon. I was due to pick my son up at 3:15...ooops....that's when I woke up. Luckily he isn't a little kid so I could tell him to just hold tight and I'd be there soon.

I made my son an exciting late afternoon snack/early dinner of hamburger and mashed potatoes and then went back to sleep. I woke up to Son saying to me "do you have to work tonight?"

"Yep."

"Well, it's 9:30."

I had to be at work at 10. I found a pair of pants and threw a lab coat over the t-shirt I was wearing, not even bothering to find a bra. It's a thick t-shirt, I'm not busty, and the lab coat will hide anything that people might find offensive.

I checked how much paid time off I have, thinking that it's really time I took a week. I have a day and a half. And it doesn't accrue very fast. Shit. Spent the rest of it helping my family out over the past couple of years.

And there is another chapter in my too thrilling life. I am not one in a million, I am one OF a million. There are lots of zombies roaming around these days.

My Boring Blog

I have been tremendously tired lately and this blog is BORING! I appreciate everybody's support, but I acknowledge its boringness. If you want something snarkier, try my Stupidity Exposed blog, where I rip on pop culture.

When all else failed, I used to do a Top Ten Searches to your Blog post. But I'll have to move that over to Lily's Garden of Horrors. Which is going to end up being a great deal more interesting than this blog, but I won't hold back on all the esoteric belief stuff, so if you're the sort that tends to think that stuff is a load of crapola, you won't like that blog very much.

I have not been well lately. I have no energy, ever. All I want to do is sleep. I look like death warmed over. I have digestive problems and my pee smells rank. I don't think it's a vitamin deficiency because I take vitamins--unless there's some sort of vitamin that freaks like me use up too quickly. I already take extra B vitamins because people with bipolar use up b vitamins more quickly than normal people do. Maybe the B vitamins are making my pee smell bad--they're pretty stinky. I don't have a bladder infection because it doesn't hurt to pee. I test my blood sugar at work and it's normal. So...WTF. I really don't know.

I have to get through this damn biology class. My parents are hell bent on me being a nurse. Unfortunately, unless I were to work a second full time job I couldn't pay my bills without their help. And I can barely get my dead ass out of bed to go to the one full time job I already have. Since the ex husband hasn't worked in almost 2 years, I get no support from him and please don't suggest that I take him to court. He has mental problems too and he does help me out in other ways. He isn't a complete asshole. I wish he would get a job. But it doesn't do any good to ride his ass either. At least he's getting counseling from the local mental health service, which is good, he's needed it for a long time. I need it too, but I hate county mental health. They're overwhelmed and I don't think they'd know what the fuck to do with me. They didn't last time. They just want to put me on tons of medications. My body can tolerate Lithium--I have very bad reactions to most meds, not just psych meds but all meds. My ex got lucky--he got someone who's simply willing to talk to him. The time I went I got this person who had no sense of humor. She was nice enough but we really didn't click. Besides, it would be one more thing to drag my ass out of bed to do. This isn't wanting to stay in bed from depression. This is literal exhaustion. I already owe my doctor money--I can't afford another full health screening right now. So I drag on.

Anyway, I am supposed to get through this damn biology class. It's the last thing I want to do. My parents help me with some money needs as long as I agree to continue going to school to become a nurse. I would be a horrible nurse. Not that I would be mean to the patients, but I have a hard time concentrating when I get this tired. The job I currently have I can hold because it doesn't come with a lot of responsibilities. I just have to be there in case something happens and I have to do some computer tasks. Shit...I just want to go back to sleep now.