*****UPDATE*****The day got better!****
The worst part is always the day I take the Dex and the Revlimid, but this is not hysteria.
The car overheated in my commute home. Yeah, all three miles of it. A water pump? I don't know. I only know if it costs more than a buck eighty-nine, I can't afford it.
Then I came in the house and went directly to the dryer to move the laundry along. Dryer isn't working. It has it's own power source in the electrical box. I go and it looks ok, but I shut it off and on again anyway. No go. I would be surprised if it was one of my neighbors, lol. It was wicked loud. Totally on it's last legs.
It's not warm in the house, I have a broken casement window leading to the crawl space. I keep forgetting to tell Frankie to block with something until I can afford to have it fixed. So the floor is cold.
The tremor is so bad, typing this is torture.
It's 0224 and I am wide awake.....yes kids, I effed up on taking the Trazodone, again.
I am physically and emotionally fatigued. I am sinking like a fucking stone.