It's a loud day. I'm not sure what that means; I don't see lights so I don't think a migraine is necessarily coming. But the TV volume is set to 10 (out of 99) and it sounds way louder than it normally does, the boys seem to be screaming even when they're just talking, and I can't find a volume for the bluetooth that is loud enough to hear yet still quiet enough to be comfortable.
Mom starts her radiation today, and will find out if the chemo starts today too, and may or may not be admitted to the hospital for it, depending on the chemo schedule, method, and of course her insurance company's Death Panel.
My mother's two (seemingly) cocaine-addled chihuahuas (Sgt Puppers and Day Tripper) are bouncing off my walls, eating every crumb my kids drop, and barking maniacally at my cat. This is stressful to me.
I need to remember to call my doctor today and ask for a prescription for supplemental anxiety medication. If I keep taking Xanax at this rate I'll become a junkie.
I accidentally touched the iron with my arm yesterday and now it hurts like a motherfucker. I keep bumping things with it and I honestly never knew how many things in a day came into contact with that 3 inch stripe of skin.
Tom is going to be out overnight tonight, so there is no cavalry coming, no shift taking over tonight, no help in sight.
It is 10:30 am and I am already ready for a nap. The xanax probably didn't help in that regard.