I went to bed at 9pm and awoke at 1am refreshed on just four hours of sleep. Maggie was curled up next to me sound asleep snoring softly and sighing in her sleep. Occasionally jerking from her dreams – her eyes moving wildly under her eyelids. She looked so comfortable next to my arm curled up in a tight ball. She must’ve been cold and couldn’t get under the comforter with me hogging it. I had it pulled tightly over me as I had turned the air down really low last night in one of my rare arctic moments. I hated to wake her, but I was on a late night, early morning mission. I immediately jumped up wide awake out of the bed to Maggie’s great chagrin, throwing on clothes, and excited to drive over to get my six diet Cokes for the day. And then to hurry home to start writing a blog post after my Cokes got ice cold in the freezer. Routines, ya know? I take such satisfaction out of doing this routine. My early morning bliss.
Mom puts the Cokes out on the porch before she goes to bed around 11pm so I knew they would be out there by now. Maggie heard me put on my shoes and the jingle of my keys as I put them in my pocket and went tearing outside barking up a storm to pave the way for my trip. She does this every early morning without fail. She is my supreme protector as always. Dad was still up with every light on in his house when I pulled up in the driveway. I almost knocked on the door to see what he was doing, but I was on a mission that couldn’t be delayed. I don’t know if he realized I stopped by or not. He had been down at the pharmacy doing his usual quiet Sunday night of bookkeeping and bill paying. He has done this for as long as I can remember from 9pm to midnight every Sunday night. Charlie usually accompanies him and does the accounting end of the business. That was Charlie’s major in college which he fought so hard to obtain. Charlie joined the military and was stationed in Thailand to pay for college on the GI bill. He said he ate nothing but bananas the whole time he was there the food was so gross. Charlie is a very, very picky eater.
1am is a cool, awesome time for me. 1am means Coast to Coast AM is on live until 5am. I am enamored with this show as you probably already know. Tonight they are talking about autism. George Knapp is hosting and he can be abrupt and brusque sometimes with the guests making things lively. It should be an interesting show, but anti medical establishment as usual which can grow tiresome at times, though. Everything can’t always be a conspiracy as is often the case on these shows. I can already guess the issue of mercury in vaccines causing autism is going to be the highlight of discussion tonight. They can be very predictable. George Noory, the usual weekly host, harped for months about the dangers of the H1N1 flu vaccine saying it was deadly. His ignorance astounded me. There were wild theories thrown about that the vaccine would be used to genetically manipulate us. lol I guess I am going to turn into a mutant now since I got the vaccine many months ago. I will believe my brother and sister, both accomplished doctors who say it is perfectly safe, over a radio talk show host who touts a spice, turmeric, as a cancer cure.
I know I am saying it a lot these days, but I feel really, really well lately and it is so damn nice. It bears repeating for the wonderful thing it is. I felt so ill for so long. For weeks, I felt like something drug out of a dank swamp – rising from the primordial ooze to another hell filled mentally ill day. It is hard to sleep because you are frightened you will wake up back in hell land again. I don’t ever want this feeling to end. I feel as if I am in a dream and I don’t want to wake up. I always feel my best in the wee hours of the morning when my medications are still fresh in my body. I am trying so hard to stay up as late as I can tonight so I will sleep all day tomorrow. Around lunch to 7pm is always my hardest time with my schizophrenia and the anxiety. I can only guess my medication levels drop and I grow tired both mentally and physically as the day grows long..
I got a wild hair up my butt and moved my computer desk from my computer room into the den. It was a spur of the moment thing. It looks cluttered and ungainly and dad is going to complain, but I like it so far. I like the convenience of it. I like being able to keep up with Twitter as I watch TV since my new laptop died a few weeks ago. It took a good thirty to forty five minutes to hook everything up and get back on the Internet. Now, my command center is complete. Everything is at my fingertips. The HDTV. The home theater. My computer. I don’t ever have to leave my den again!!! lol I am writing this from the comfort of my Lazy Boy in the den with my keyboard in my lap.
For weeks, dad has been promising he is going to order the part I need to get my camera working again. I am getting extremely frustrated which is unlike me as I am usually very laid back. I called him last Monday to remind him and he assured me he would get Tricia to order it. It still hasn’t arrived. I don’t understand dad’s obfuscation about this. Does he think it is going to cost a lot of money? I want to get ugly and exclaim that he can drive to Alex City and take my sister furniture then why can’t he just order a $16 dollar computer part for me? If I had money, I would just drive down to Best Buy in Auburn and easily purchase the part. I have missed my camera so much. I feel like I have lost a friend. Maggie has missed being captioned as well. hehe
Dad still believes I don’t need to be attending all the AA meetings I go to. He feels it is too much pressure on me socially and mentally. “You just can’t do all that,” he will tell me. “It is just too much pressure on you to drive all that way and sit through all those meetings.” It shocks me when he will say this. I don’t understand this and it is just completely, absolutely strange. He told the same thing to my psychiatrist as well to my psychiatrist’s raised eyebrows. He thinks he alone can control my drinking through the lack of money and watching me constantly. He says he can see signs when I am about to drink or abuse Benadryl. It is a fool’s errand in my opinion. I think AA is about the only way I am going to be able to garner a viable social life successfully these days. I love the camaraderie and the way everyone sticks together and supports each other. It is probably the only way I am going to be able to stay successfully sober for any length of time as well. I still have some misgivings about the religious overtones of the program, but my brother’s wise words echo in my mind when I have doubts. “You’ve got to believe in something,” he told me. “Why not God? It wouldn’t or couldn’t hurt.”