Day 3 of 7.
This morning, I got hit on by a 19-year old who thought he was pretty smooth. I thought it was pretty hilarious.
Oy. Day 3 of caffeine withdrawal is kicking my ass. I can't have a cup of coffee (or black tea, or a margarita, or...) until Tuesday at the earliest. Even though I'd severely cut down my caffeine intake to 1-2 cups a day, my morning cuppa is sacred to me. Had an apple this morning, as I hear that's supposed to get ya going naturally; doesn't really seem to be having an effect. Had some ibuprofen as well.
Last night, the girls came over for Skinny Bitches Night. DOMINIQUE IS GONE. DING DONG, THE WITCH IS DEAD. Not kidding, we all CHEERED. Also, I love Paulina. The end. Aside from that, I got very little done as no caffeine + meds + still mending is giving me about as much energy as a ragdoll. I talked to Jason for a bit, then passed out early. Very nearly slept through my alarm. God, I'll be so happy when I'm back to normal next week.
I also need to make an appointment with a specialist soon. This is my second kidney infection this year, despite me taking better care of myself. It might be a lifestyle thing (though I've had remarkably less stress in my life in the last 6 months, I've been overbooked and underslept) in addition to already weakened physiology. I might require regular low-dose meds. Who knows. What I do know is that the symptoms have been worsening, and the onset is lightning fast, and I'd like to prevent reoccurring infections at all costs. I'm tired of being sick.
But enough whinging. I'm not tender this morning, I have a little wiggle room with current commissions, and I stole an excellent kiss this morning.
Oy. Day 3 of caffeine withdrawal is kicking my ass. I can't have a cup of coffee (or black tea, or a margarita, or...) until Tuesday at the earliest. Even though I'd severely cut down my caffeine intake to 1-2 cups a day, my morning cuppa is sacred to me. Had an apple this morning, as I hear that's supposed to get ya going naturally; doesn't really seem to be having an effect. Had some ibuprofen as well.
Last night, the girls came over for Skinny Bitches Night. DOMINIQUE IS GONE. DING DONG, THE WITCH IS DEAD. Not kidding, we all CHEERED. Also, I love Paulina. The end. Aside from that, I got very little done as no caffeine + meds + still mending is giving me about as much energy as a ragdoll. I talked to Jason for a bit, then passed out early. Very nearly slept through my alarm. God, I'll be so happy when I'm back to normal next week.
I also need to make an appointment with a specialist soon. This is my second kidney infection this year, despite me taking better care of myself. It might be a lifestyle thing (though I've had remarkably less stress in my life in the last 6 months, I've been overbooked and underslept) in addition to already weakened physiology. I might require regular low-dose meds. Who knows. What I do know is that the symptoms have been worsening, and the onset is lightning fast, and I'd like to prevent reoccurring infections at all costs. I'm tired of being sick.
But enough whinging. I'm not tender this morning, I have a little wiggle room with current commissions, and I stole an excellent kiss this morning.