Eyelids growing heavy…

Boi! Today was a whole thing.

But it’s over. Less than half an hour, and it’s already tomorrow. Early by the standards of how late I had been staying up recently, but I don’t think I’ll push it too hard tonight.

Streaming Sleep Token’s Even in Arcadia. It’ll give me more to talk to kiddo about. We did get to chat briefly tonight. I didn’t get home until after she’d already taken her Melatonin, and she was pretty beat.

BUT she told me all about how she went to the doctor today, finally. They gave her an accomodation for work, for her fibromyalgia, without any hesitation. And they did some blood tests. She didn’t specify what-all for. She was prescribed Cymbalta, and received a sample of Ozempic, to see how much weight she might be able to lose, within a month, and reassess if it’s worth continuing.

The doctor also recommended a sleep study, since there are now known ties between fibromyalgia and sleep apnea. Maybe not causality, but she said they’re recognized as “besties.”

She also received some suggested low-impact exercises, and they plan to check her testosterone level, because I guess if it’s too low, you can’t rebuild muscle tissue, once you do get back in shape a bit, or at least start getting more active.

So that’s all pretty positive. She said the whole experience was a lot to take in, especially the encouragement to try the Ozempic. I guess there are all kinds of rules about it.

No super greasy fast food because it can make you very ill. And she’d had a Cane’s digital coupon burning a hole in her pocket, figuratively, and didn’t get to use it, because they injected her before she and her boyfriend grabbed dinner.

They did Qdoba instead. Even that, she was afraid to finish eating, just in case. Said she’d still had enough to eat. A mom worries, nonetheless.

She was also told to drink a whole ass GALLON of water every day. And she can’t drink anything other than unsweetened tea or water. Was that also an upset tummy thing? It may have been. I was slightly distracted with incoming texts while we were talking. But I did my best to listen and offer support.

I know she said definitely no soda, because that could make her sick.

You’d think that would still leave room for drinks not sweetened with sugar? But maybe artificial sweeteners don’t play well with it, either.

Not sure how I would feel about trying something like that if I ended up having to follow that many rules. I’m not sure if I’m still losing weight or not, but have just started to amp up my walking again. That may help.

I also haven’t had as much fast food lately. I suppose drive thru Chinese still counts. That’s not even a super-frequent thing, though.

Well, we’ll see what changes summer brings.

Today ended up being kinda rough, as noted.

Won’t go into all of that; however, we stopped at the chocolatier’s just before I had to go to work, and I picked up their version of a Peppermint Patty, which was thinner than the York’s ones, but I think fresher. Very yummy.

And a milk chocolate peanut butter cup that was massive. More chocolate to peanut butter than what you get with Reese’s. Enough so that the top layer was rather crunchy, almost? Hard. Solid.

And two caramels. They were so buttery-rich and smooth. Oooh, like the Sleep Token song “Caramel.” It’s pretty rad. Vocally rather romantic but lyrically dark.

So that was my first end-of-the-day pick-me-up. I had a little of all of that after dinner, and then the rest, just now.

I also talked to kiddo, post-dinner-and-candy, but pre-later-on-candy, as I said above. And I updated my long-distance bestie on stuffs.

Her kiddo is home for the summer already. I get a little jealous sometimes of how much they get to see one another. She moved away from home for college but stayed in-state. Trying not to hold it against my friend. My circumstances aren’t her fault.

Not really anyone’s fault. Kiddo had a life to go lead.

I asked kiddo today if she was sad that we didn’t talk on Mother’s Day. She said SHE wasn’t, but she was concerned that *I* would be. I told her I was, a little, but she quickly said, “It sounds like you did a lot yesterday.”

And I did. It was a fun, full day.

Then, after that brief conversation, I exchanged some spicy banter with the new dude. Anticipation can be a wonderful thing.

I told my bestie about that, too, and VERY succinctly summed up my present assessment of the situation, as pondered exhaustively in my last post.

Said I was excited but wary, that it seemed like it could easily get messy, but that I was tired of not taking any risks at all.

She agreed that was all valid.

Now, I’ll just have to remember to spare her any fallout drama if it all goes south. She babysat me through one disastrous breakup, along with almost literally everyone else in my life, at the time. I think she’s paid her dues.

All that remains is to see how everything plays out. I guess there’s an outside chance we won’t gel in person. Who knows? I strongly *suspect* that would not be the case, because I’m getting flashbacks to my summer lovin’ guy I nicknamed “Honeyboy.”

From Honeyboy’s very first message to me, my immediate gut reaction was that it seemed so unfortunate to pursue him casually, when he seemed so very, very much my “type.” I tried to do it anyway, rather than miss the opportunity to be with him at all, but I had a feeling from the beginning that it was possibly going to hurt.

And it did. Very, very much so.

This time, the vibe seems less intense than that? But then, Honeyboy had a fuller profile. More hooks for me to get caught up on.

I don’t know a lot about new dude. Will have to fix that, if I can, little by little. At least, I’m fairly certain he’s not catfishing. THAT is a step in the right direction.

On a positive note, I’ll be checking out used cars tomorrow. That’s exciting!

I wonder if it will be like visiting the animal shelter or pet store “just to look” and coming out with a new family member?

I’ll never forget the phone call I received from my dad, when he and my daughter were at the shelter. She’d found two brother guinea pigs. Could she bring them home? They’d grown up together, and the shelter was encouraging keeping them that way. Sweet, and Sour. Whom we renamed Sam & Dean. The darker-furred one was Sam.

Paused listening to Sleep Token to focus on typing this, especially since the last time, I scarcely remembered any of what I heard. I liked it a lot. Just didn’t have much to contribute when asked about favorite songs, or if any sounded too heavy for me. The first track gets pretty metal, toward the end, but that section is short enough that I think I can manage it.

I nearly went almost straight to bed, after talking to kiddo and messaging with dude. It’s just as well I didn’t, because I think my back would’ve locked up. Going from being on my feet to laying down like that is tricky. Yes, I was sitting for a short time in between, but it seems like it really takes an extended, unwindy sit-down for my muscles to bounce back.

Okay, I just did one round of my best adapted chair version of Child’s Pose. Back still feels a bit iffy. And some additional stretches. Also took some Acetaminophen, earlier. Setting myself up for success. As best I can.

Already took my night meds. And it’s just a hair past my original, “normal” bedtime. I actually started rereading Lost Souls AGAIN. Might read more of that tonight. I really should get to some of the new books, but damn, I could crawl inside that writing and hide, for days. We’ll see if I’m up to at least a chapter.

Sleep is a pretty precious commodity. I was a bit fried today. Not sure what I was thinking, staying up as late as I did, knowing I had a morning phone call to make, etc. Expecting a morning call, this time around.

Good night!