Bewitching Hour (February 16)

I seem to turn into a mess around 8:30 every evening.  I am working on what puts me into that state and trying to make adjustments accordingly.

First, that is when I begin taking my evening meds and vitamins.  Trying to stuff things down a pencil sized opening often leads to something feeling like it is stuck.  It doesn't seem to matter if how small I cut my pills, one of the pieces just seems to sit there.  I know this will get better as the swelling goes down and the opening into my "pouch" becomes a little larger, but for now it is very uncomfortable.

This also seems to be the time that I absolutely hurt the worst.  I am trying to make it through the day without any pain medication so everything just seems to compound until I have a hard time even walking.

Of course this is also about the time my Restless Leg Syndrome kicks in.  I really was hoping this would lessen with surgery, but that is not the case.  I know that RLS is more a secondary condition of my fibromyalgia and really has nothing to do with my weight, but I was sure hoping. Anyway with RLS it helps to walk and move.  Do you see my dilemma here?

So I take pain meds and make mini walks around my house.  I feel out of sorts.  It drives me crazy!

Last night I actually laid down on the couch (not the recliner) after one of my rounds around the house. I fell asleep.  Wahoo!!  My daughter came home later in the evening and my Golden Retriever went nuts.  He wanted to play and wanted to sleep on the couch with me at the same time.  It has been hard on him to sleep on his own. I won't let him anywhere near the recliner when I am in it.  It is a trust factor, a lack of it as a matter of fact.  I don't trust him at all!  Anyway, he crawled on the back of the couch to lay down only to decide he would rather be up again.  He went down off the couch via my stomach!  One very loud and unplanned word later he was made to lay down somewhere else far, far away from me.  I couldn't believe it.  I have been protecting my gut for two weeks from my animals. One of the reasons for being in the recliner is I feel somewhat protected from the flying monkeys.

Sarah and I decided I was going to live and nothing was bleeding (at least on the outside).  I eventually was able to fall asleep again, but this time in my trusty recliner.  Is it possible to love an inanimate object?

Maybe when it happened was for the best because I was totally relaxed.  Maybe I should sell my dog!  Anyone want a Golden Retriever?  Very Cheap!!!