I woke up in the middle of the night again with itching ankles. I took a Benadryl right away so I could get to sleep, but I woke up feeling exhausted anyway. Walking at all, with socks or without, with shoes or without, is irritating to these bites with the way their placed. They are driving me batty, but I’m still getting my walks in. I hope they go away soon.
I had an espresso mixed with milk this morning. I needed the boost of caffeine to get through teaching my class. Plus three other meetings today. And troubleshooting random issues that came up. Keeps me busy.
I got my Move U exercises done during my exercise release time. Still working on the Shoulders & Arms level 1 exercises for week 4. I’ll start my review of week 5 on Sunday, I think.
I haven’t heard back from my lawyer as to what my additional obligations might be from the evaluation, so I’ll have to call tomorrow morning. I want to be able to get any class needed done over the weekend so I’m all set when I finish my service hours on the 5th.
I’m going to have to finish writing my story for this month’s submission to Pulphouse some time before the 31st ends. Maybe I’ll bring my computer to Boise and do some writing when I get there. Or I could write on my phone, though the phone has this irritating habit of randomly leaving out spaces between words, and the swipe-type doesn’t always give me what I want. Still. I have the idea; I just need to finish writing it and see how it turns out.
I did my staff spinning during my afternoon break because I knew I’d be in a hurry after work. I had to make and eat dinner efficiently so I could get over to my neighbors’ house for some card games. It’s nice to do some socialization. I enjoy spending time with them – and their cats. Since I wasn’t wearing socks for the first time since I started going over, I went out to the catio before I left for the evening.
The wind today blew so hard it moved my trike around the corner of my deck and tipped it. The cover acted like a parachute. I took the cover off so it wouldn’t be blown around any further, and righted the chair that it had knocked down on its journey.
I’m trying to take pockets of time to rage and scream about the unfairness of my situation. I am not a criminal, though I’m being treated as one. I am a person who had a mental health crisis and got caught up in the system. Repeating that helps.
I hope I can sleep well tonight. I took a painkiller and an allergy pill to hopefully help me sleep through the ankle itchiness. I’ll put more hydrocortisone on the bites before I sleep. Maybe I’ll put a loose sock on instead of the BandAids…
