IT'S NOT EASY BEING ME

This is one of those days when I wonder why I bothered to get out of bed. I started ANOTHER new med yesterday, and this one makes me feel like I left my car and several articles of clothing at a dive bar on the wrong side of the tracks someplace, and that a small, rabid-yet-friendly possum slept on my face.

(I swear, if I survive this, I'm going to find a way to make sure that everybody who ever wants to get a medical degree has to at least try every drug they're going to prescribe at least once.)

Friday I will go to the hospital for a "gastric emptying" test, which I just described to my friend Gail as showing up at 8am, eating a radioactive egg salad sandwich, and then laying under a CT scan for four or five hours.

Really? 

We can put a man on the moon, but we can't figure out why one simple, portly-yet-loveable Midwestern Spinster can't manage to eat anything without making a terrifying runwaddle to the nearest ladies room?

Come on, people. Work with me.

I did, however, manage to finish another diamond painting. I know, I know. Not one damn stitch has been made on anything in any one of the fifty-eight baskets of stitching crap I have laying around here, but I'm in a bad headspace, Dearies. Something is definitely broken in there, and despite a small retail pharmacy's worth of pills, we haven't yet quite fixed it all. The new compound cocktail that I started yesterday, however, shows promise, so let's keep fingers crossed that as soon as the side effects clear I will be back to my non wig-flipping, non profanity-spewing, non remote control throwing, and non getting escorted out of the Targets Optical place happening (I swear it to be true), self.

(She looks friendly, right? But if you want to know just how completely bad it's been around here, ask Rich how many hours and minutes until he can flee on the train for his Christmas visit to New Jersey. 🙄)

Anywhoo...here's the diamond painting finish, Autumn Mandala from Paint With Diamonds:

I logged it into my little notebook (because I do things like that now), and then I stuck it in the book/portfolio thing that lives under my chair.

That's the last of the stash, so until I replenish my pin money fund, it's back to stitching or coloring I go! I do want to start playing with some Christmas things, even though the tree isn't up yet (Saturday, I promise), but at the same time, I also am feeling like a 7:30 bedtime with a book might not be too bad of an idea either.

Thanks for hanging in there with me, Dearies. This too shall pass...I know it will. I just need to keep doing all of the things they tell me to and stay out of trouble, I suppose, and we'll quickly be calling this a "blip of bother" in an otherwise wonderful year.

What's new in your neck of the woods? Come tell me all about it!