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Feb. 8th, 2007 09:56 pmMy day today was not stellar. Basically the endocrinologist said the only thing that will control my sugar at night is insulin. Those were words I do not want to hear. He's over the moon about how good my sugar is doing with the byetta which by the way actually only made me lose 1 pound which has him stunned. You know a month of starving to death should have made me lose more than that. We decided to bypass the insulin this time but things look very bad.
Which does nothing for my annual depression. It's always worse this time of year. It's not seasonal really. It's more this is the time of the year I'm reminded I owe nearly 300K, that they're looking to take everything I own away from me in compensation right up to and including my driver's license, the car and dictating at what level I live (i.e. that apartment is too expensive for you, you owe us money), that the job markets are in places I don't want to go etc etc. And almost all the new wave anti=depressants stop me breathing so that sucks.
and the day just kept going down from there. The library took the book I was waiting three weeks for, DIDNT call me in spite of the hold on it and lent it out to someone else. And I got home to see Roy the Cat acting strangely. He clung to me from the car to my porch in spite of deep snow then he froze up. I looked at what he was staring at and in the microwave box I rigged up with blankets and covers for him to sleep in was a puppy, a very starved looking puppy. Sighing. I put Roy inside and fed him then fed the puppy...only to have a second head appear. God damn it. Two starving puppies. I call the humane society which their recording tells me to drop dead and call the dog catcher. I do. Leave a message. It wasn't returned. I can NOT drive two puppies myself to the Athens humane society some 50 miles away. They're mistrustful (look to be lab/pit bull)and i have nothing to carry them in and it's not like I can let them run free in the car. I'm just going to tell the land lord. He's from here. He's going to have to deal with them.
Then mom's yelling at me for telling my brother I didn't want to stay with her and dad any more. I did NOT tell him that. he's just so excited that he has a spare bedroom that he's already bought me a bed to stay on when I come home next time.
the only good thing about today was that the library had Brother Odd by Dean Koontz, the latest in the Odd Thomas series. It's already much better than the second (which left me disappointed). So good that I'm thinking, gee, I really do write for shit in comparison.
Which does nothing for my annual depression. It's always worse this time of year. It's not seasonal really. It's more this is the time of the year I'm reminded I owe nearly 300K, that they're looking to take everything I own away from me in compensation right up to and including my driver's license, the car and dictating at what level I live (i.e. that apartment is too expensive for you, you owe us money), that the job markets are in places I don't want to go etc etc. And almost all the new wave anti=depressants stop me breathing so that sucks.
and the day just kept going down from there. The library took the book I was waiting three weeks for, DIDNT call me in spite of the hold on it and lent it out to someone else. And I got home to see Roy the Cat acting strangely. He clung to me from the car to my porch in spite of deep snow then he froze up. I looked at what he was staring at and in the microwave box I rigged up with blankets and covers for him to sleep in was a puppy, a very starved looking puppy. Sighing. I put Roy inside and fed him then fed the puppy...only to have a second head appear. God damn it. Two starving puppies. I call the humane society which their recording tells me to drop dead and call the dog catcher. I do. Leave a message. It wasn't returned. I can NOT drive two puppies myself to the Athens humane society some 50 miles away. They're mistrustful (look to be lab/pit bull)and i have nothing to carry them in and it's not like I can let them run free in the car. I'm just going to tell the land lord. He's from here. He's going to have to deal with them.
Then mom's yelling at me for telling my brother I didn't want to stay with her and dad any more. I did NOT tell him that. he's just so excited that he has a spare bedroom that he's already bought me a bed to stay on when I come home next time.
the only good thing about today was that the library had Brother Odd by Dean Koontz, the latest in the Odd Thomas series. It's already much better than the second (which left me disappointed). So good that I'm thinking, gee, I really do write for shit in comparison.
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