-Dr. Bob Chope
My sleep was the tiniest bit better last night so I am holding onto the hope that we are almost done with this particular cycle of insomnia.
HOWEVER – I fucking woke up in AFIB! Okay, that was an overly dramatic way of saying it. It was either pretty mild or I am getting used to it. It only lasted a bit and was not extreme.
It is just so angering that I have things happening that I cannot control. I do not understand why my heart suddenly decided that it got to make all the decisions. Shouldn’t there be a pill or an exercise or something?
Speaking of exercise. I am up to 55 minutes X 6 days a week. I really want to add 12 minutes but it is starting to feel selfish that I am taking that much time to do something that only benefits me.
huh…..there’s a lot to unpack in that paragraph up there isn’t there?
I picked up rug number 6002 to cover up the last remaining spot Dusty is slipping on so today is sweeping and rearranging day. If I had known 6 years ago that eventually I would have a floor entirely covered in throw rugs I would at least have bought them all at once and got the same pattern and dye lot.


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