Heat

I've made it through this summer without heat really doing much damage.  I think I've passed that point.  After sleeping practically all weekend last night I fell asleep as soon as I got home about 6 pm.  I didn't mean to, and I fully expected to wake up, but I didn't under the cat started attacking my foot every time I moved until I fed them, and then I still slept until about 5.  I can't believe how exhausted I am.  Some is because work has been intense and I'm tired from that, but really the last couple days have been nothing and the next few will be awful to make up for that.  Yesterday I had a huge drive and then one of the 2 people I went to see would not see me, so  I actually was done a bit early.  Today I will be working as late as I possibly can.

I finally found my keys on the day I was going to give up.  Apparently they were at the motel from last week all along and the person I talked to last Friday didn't look, or didn't know where to look or something.  But they will get mailed today and I should have them soon.  Hopefully tomorrow soon since I can't check my mail or get into the office after hours until I have them.  I really wish that kid had given me the truthful answer last week since I could have had them back by Sunday and would have been saved so much stress.  Oh well.

I suppose I should get ready for work.  I really don't want to.  So tired....I have Monday off but will be seeing the podiatrist,dentist, and Dr. Mind so some day off.  I hope that it is extremely hot that day though so I can avoid one hot day this summer.

Tomorrow is tell Dr. Body the truth day.  He'll be nice, but I still have looked forward to things more.  Like my ankle surgery.  I think I'd rather have that than do this.  I feel stupid.  I realize this is part of getting good healthcare with mental illness when I tell him how the mental illness affects things, but still.....I guess I need to just be grateful that I have Dr. Body who I know will be nice instead of one of the many doctors in my past who either wouldn't agree to have this appointment or who would brush me off or scold me.  He'll do none of those things, he'll be kind and supportive and understanding.  But I still feel like an idiot.  And reciting, not an idiot, just signs of child abuse isn't helping all that much.

Now I really have to go.......