It’s 3:17AM and I’m up and at my computer. I’ve had my standard two caffeine tablets out of the little white pill bottle. It starts out with 100 pills, and they are 100mg each. I have five or six left.
It’s been 10 minutes and they still haven’t kicked in, so the morning smile hasn’t spread across my face. I’m still wiped. Give it a minute and I’ll come to life.
I write at this hour because if I leave it too late, I don’t write. I move on to other ventures, like video most recently and, before that, coding.
My mind is strained, I’m weary, but I hopped up because I woke up naturally, not because I’d set an alarm. I wonder if I’d still be awake if I had just rolled over and gone back to sleep. I would have missed out on three or four hours of productive time before the girls get up, and they like me around to help out and add commentary, tell them they are beautiful, which is easy, because they are.
It’s Thursday, so I weigh myself today and have my GLP-1 needle. I really haven’t lost much weight this week, I don’t think. Not even a wincy kilogram, but time will tell.
I plan on shooting video today, as I’ve told myself I’ll be shooting video for the past three days. But no video has been shot because I’ve been too neurotic and weak to have the mental energy needed.
I forgot to tell myself to do a crappy job and just be bad. That’s the fix. Then I’m not being precious or perfectionistic about it, so I can get in the reps until it becomes rote.
Spring has just hit five minutes ago, and three days late. The pollen is in the air. I can sense it by the fact that my right eye is itchy as fuck, and all I can do is rub it.
I need an eye wipe, but I used the last one not 15 minutes ago to get the sleep out of my eye. Spring has hit and I’m out of eye wipes. Oh, the irony.
I’ll go and wash it off in the basin. So bad, so stingy.
I went to an immunologist last week, or some type of ologist that deals with allergies. I’ve sent away for a needle at the ologist’s behest, which should make me a little less reactive to the grasses I’m allergic to.
She also gave me a script for olopatadine eye drops, so I just put some in my eye after washing it out. It’s working, but my nose has started to run, as happens with allergies to pollen.
I’m also allergic to animals. Cats and horses are the worst, but I also got prick-tested for dogs, which didn’t show up. That’s weird because I’m allergic to dogs, according to the ologist.
It’s the dust mites living on the dog hair I’m allergic to, and not the hair itself, put cat in eye, allergy from cat hair. Same with horse, but not dog, dog is little bugs, all hair, different cause, sounds little bull bull, but okay, doc know best.
The caffeine has kicked in and I’m more alive, but still feeling a little drained and weary. I don’t like that feeling. Maybe I should have slept, but then no write. Write makes happy.
I went to see a physio a few days ago to get some exercises to strengthen my back, as I’ve had problems with it recently. No more lifting other people’s furniture!
It was the same lady who worked on my son’s flat feet 15 years ago. I’ve got four new exercises, still yet to do them. Maybe today.
She said I should buy a flash office chair so I don’t slouch. Ricky loves slouchy chairs. I’ll think about it.