I have to confess that I woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. I was in the middle of a dream in which I was so pissed off that I was slamming doors and mumbling out loud. Then the cat woke me up with her "My bistro is still on top if the fridge so I'm going to thrash your favorite chair with my claws until you get your ass up and feed me" routine. Never mind that she had both canned and dry food for breakfast only a few hours ago.
We go through this nearly every morning, but today it got to me more than usual. She doesn't give a damn that I was up working until dawn. Her hairy ass could sleep through an F7 tornado. And let's not overlook the fact that for a full hour afterward she pulled this crap about every five or six minutes. When that didn't work, she started in with her "squirrel" acrobatics, running the length of the house and leaping into the air. You who are cat staff know what I'm talking about.
I have stuff to do today and I don't wanna. Maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just keep my ass in bed until this mood passes.
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I had one of my very weird, very stressful, very vivid, very involved and very "busy" dreams that seemed so real and that actually wore me out! I woke up feeling like I'd been through an extremely stressful time, so I certainly do understand where you're at. (My thyroid meds ain't working.)
Sorry to hear this. My meds work, but they only can do so much.
You have every ounce of my compassion, Kathy.
Thanks, Steph. It's weird, isn't it, how a dream can exhaust you.
Like you, I miss all the energy I used to have. Oh well, hopefully I'll soon be in a job with health insurance and can get something done. :)
Sorry to hear this. My meds work, but they only can do so much.
You have every ounce of my compassion, Kathy.
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