Dad is having a party on Saturday and Bitch Sister and her Drunken Lout aka husband will be there. Do I really want to go and have to deal with it? Really no, but then again I don’t want dad to be upset either. I’m wondering if he’ll be more upset if we don’t go or if I get into a fistfight with Bitch Sister. On the other hand they might not even show up – even though they live across the street. Oh, I should be so lucky. They’ll be there, if for nothing else than to give Drunken Lout a chance to shoot off his big mouth. I can hardly wait.
Same old stuff around here. I’m going to start buying lottery tickets, I swear. I don’t feel like working this week. Next week is the last cake decorating class for course 2 and I have to make some royal icing flowers this week and I don’t even want to do that. I slept on and off all day today. I can’t decide if I’m having a flare of my fibro or just going through a little depression thing – even with my 300 mg of Effexor. I like to sleep when I’m depressed. Sleep is good, but I wish I’d lose my appetite like other depressed people. Oh no, not me.
I started taking Premarin today. I’m thinking maybe the sweats I’ve been having are hormonal – even 4 years after my hysterectomy. Anything is possible. I really wanted to avoid hormone replacement and thought after 4 years I’d made it, but the nurse said it’s possible. I’ll give them a try, but if the sweats don’t stop I’m not going to continue taking them. I’d been taking the herbal stuff I took right after my surgery, but that wasn’t really helping, so we’ll give this a shot. 🙂