“It’s just the beasts under your bed/In your closet, in your head…”

I had an infection last weekend. Any sort of illness is hard on me, it just takes time to heal. This past week has been a shite fest.

I need to own, I was off my usual medications. I know I’m barely functioning. I know I’m also a psycho bitch. I resumed normal meds yesterday.

That said:

 - Apparently walking the dog and putting food on the table while I recovered was beyond the ability of the people I live with.

 - I barely heard from Keto, even though he knew I was sick.

- I was too sick to see Rope Guy. He’s been more attentive, but we ended up fighting. I’ve hardly seen him for the past month. Just because I understand why he’s busy didn’t make having our less than settled plans get changed at the last minute any easier to cope with. 

KZF has been annoying. He’s being passive aggressive and I can’t even with him.

I got into a huge fight with my husband. He ignored me while I was crying, so I left for a while. Suddenly, he’s worried and wants to know how I’m doing. We went to bed with things unresolved. 

- it’s 3am and I can’t sleep. I finally gave in and took an anxiety pill. It hasn’t done much yet, but that's where today’s song cones in.

Today’s Song - Enter Sandman by Metallica