Curmudgeons is another word I like. My Dad was a curmudgeon yesterday. I felt a bit curmudgeonish today.
I worked this morning and it was busy as usual. I could hardly get out of bed this morning. My boss complains that she can’t sleep and I have the opposite problem. I could totally sleep all day. I sleep through 3 alarms, of course, after getting out of bed, shutting them off and getting back into bed. It would be even worse, or maybe better, if I had a boyfriend to either keep me in bed or kick me out. I don’t know what insomnia is like.
I had my MRI. I have had other MRIs before but for some reason I was really nervous about today. I had to keep my chin on this holder thing and not move. They gave me ear plugs but it was still very loud. Oh well. Hopefully they will find a reason for my headaches.
After the MRI, I went to see Dad. He was in better spirits today. They still don’t know what is wrong with him. There is blood in his urine. He still may have had another stroke. I told him how strange he was acting yesterday and how I should have hit him over the head. He laughed. He is going to be in the hospital for another 2 or 3 days. He has seen a few doctors (cardiologist, urologist, blood doctors) and hopefully the neurologist will come tomorrow.
All of this has gotten to me. I am feeling, well, that I miss having a guy. I miss talking. Someone has to be out there. My life is better now at 36 than it was at 26. Sorry for the whining. There is a younger guy from OKC I am talking to. He is 29. I have never dated anyone that much younger. We’ll see.