End of a bad week. Monday mania started (why always on a Monday?!), which means I was all shaky, woke up way too early, couldn't concentrate at all at work so I got way behind. By Friday night, I thought my head was going to blow off when I found out my ex-husband was going to be 45 minutes late picking up the kids! I'm just one big raw nerve. Saturday I was completely housebound.
Today I finally took a shower (first time in a week - yuk) and a friend dragged me to the grocery store. What IDIOT does her grocery shopping on Super Bowl Sunday afternoon?! I got completely frazzled half way throuogh and had to check-out with only half my list done.
I am so pathetic. I didn't return any phone calls, not even from my daughter, because I'm just too shaky and jangly. If one more person makes a request or needs me to speak coherently i think i'll scream! or hide under my bed.
uh-oh ... tomorro'w Monday morning.
will I ever get better? I hate this F'ing disease. I'm doped up and still rocking and rolling on the BD rollercoaster.