Becky & Bridget
Yesterday, I slept fairly well, having taken 3 sleeping pills the night before, as Trish wanted to go to bed early. Trish had a real terrible time getting out of bed, & slept in until 8:30, then wanted to take a nap after breakfast. She finally took a shower, then did some cleaning. We went shopping after the soup kitchen, & bought milk, yogurt, fruit & frozen vegetables on the foodstamp card. Trish bought a supermarket tabloid with some of her spending cash.
In the afternoon, I picked up my Depakote & Cosopt. The eyedrops were out of refills; Boes hadn't faxed back yet; Safely finally phoned in the prescription. Trish did some cleaning; her therapist has her on a new schedule that will have her cleaning 1/2 hour every day, so she can have her days off free. We had chicken for supper; 3 pieces, with one left over for my lunch, tomorrow. Trish cooked the potatoes.
After supper, we went downstairs, to do the laundry, while Trish watched Britney Spears. One thing I did was call Ted & spend a long time talking to him about my/our writing; the other was finally just watch TV upstairs by myself, as the Britney Spears was really starting to get to me. I love Trish, but we don't always have the same taste in music.
The dishwasher went wonky while we were watching That 70s Show, kept running & running & running & wouldn't cycle, so Trish stayed up until it finished. I fell asleep in my chair, fell right asleep in bed, then woke up at 3:00, but then slept until 6:30.
It's raining today, so Trish was terribly worried about finding a ride. She was going to ask Fred, who's already said he's "not a taxi"; we're both getting bad vibes off Instant Carma, so I finally had her call Becky. Bridget picked her up at 10:30, & she'll be home at 3:00. I'll be going to lunch shortly, & will pick up some ingredients for a nacho cheese bake recipe with what's left on the food stamp card. I look forward to working on my novel chapter once I'm thru with lunch & shopping, though I had some anxiety trying to read my email: my vision seems to be worsening. I hope & pray that I'll be able to finish a few of my important projects, maybe with Ted's help.
In the afternoon, I picked up my Depakote & Cosopt. The eyedrops were out of refills; Boes hadn't faxed back yet; Safely finally phoned in the prescription. Trish did some cleaning; her therapist has her on a new schedule that will have her cleaning 1/2 hour every day, so she can have her days off free. We had chicken for supper; 3 pieces, with one left over for my lunch, tomorrow. Trish cooked the potatoes.
After supper, we went downstairs, to do the laundry, while Trish watched Britney Spears. One thing I did was call Ted & spend a long time talking to him about my/our writing; the other was finally just watch TV upstairs by myself, as the Britney Spears was really starting to get to me. I love Trish, but we don't always have the same taste in music.
The dishwasher went wonky while we were watching That 70s Show, kept running & running & running & wouldn't cycle, so Trish stayed up until it finished. I fell asleep in my chair, fell right asleep in bed, then woke up at 3:00, but then slept until 6:30.
It's raining today, so Trish was terribly worried about finding a ride. She was going to ask Fred, who's already said he's "not a taxi"; we're both getting bad vibes off Instant Carma, so I finally had her call Becky. Bridget picked her up at 10:30, & she'll be home at 3:00. I'll be going to lunch shortly, & will pick up some ingredients for a nacho cheese bake recipe with what's left on the food stamp card. I look forward to working on my novel chapter once I'm thru with lunch & shopping, though I had some anxiety trying to read my email: my vision seems to be worsening. I hope & pray that I'll be able to finish a few of my important projects, maybe with Ted's help.
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