Where The Heck Am I? And What Is Going On?

Ryan has school until late tonight, so I came home and crashed. I think I deserve to do that every once in a while. I've been a little anxious lately, and my sleep definitely reflected that. I was in and out of sleep, talking to myself, and hallucinating. It was quite interesting. I'm glad Ryan wasn't here to see it. Then, as is custom when I take a nap, the phone rang. I panicked as I felt around the bed for it. It was a nice man who wanted to buy an old TV that we put up for sale. I was thrilled, yet a little confused as to what was going on as I was coming out of my stupor. Not only that, he wanted to stop by right then to buy it. So I ran into the spare bedroom closet (where we currently store all of our "for sale" stuff), grabbed the HEAVY, BULKY TV, and ran downstairs. I'm not lying when I say that I about died. Willow tried to trip me, I snagged my foot on the cord, and my grip was terrible. I made it though! I just had to sit down on the couch and figure out where I was as the adrenaline wore off. I HATE waking up from a nap like that. Totally confused! At least I didn't think it was the morning and that I was late for work or something.

Then, to confuse me even more, I decided to watch the Food Network, when all of the sudden all of my food aversions and nausea came back with a vengeance. Really? Are we back to that? Ugh! Good news is that I passed my glucose test! Is the week over yet?




(Day 278)