Trouble with a Bed


My weekend started early. I spent Thursday cleaning up — emptying recycling and garbage, making my newly washed bed, putting all my clothes away (because Easter I had to try many outfits before finding the right one), packing for A’s, and making myself presentable. 

At 4:00 pm I called a cab (because medically I shouldn’t drive) and went to A’s. It was the worst time to go, of course, rush hour was early in 17 degree Celsius spring weather. I arrived at A’s and relaxed. I presented A with his new duvet and cover. He loved it and I made his bed. He says it’s so much more cozier now. For part of his Birthday coming up in May I think I’ll get him some dark grey cotton sheets to match his grey and white duvet cover. I was so jealous his duvet cover had a zipper opening when I also got my newish duvet from Simon’s Department Store and it only has button closures. Oh well, can’t win. 

That night I tried to sleep and thought the duvet would help. I was so hot because I wasn’t near a window and the edge of A’s mismatched mattress set bends over on the side I was on. I should have just taken more sleeping pills to begin with because I always need a bit more at his place but I always feel hesitant to do that. But then I slept awful and at 4 am I end up taking the extra pill anyways and moving out to the leather couch which is softer then the bed where I sleep at A’s and I slept there exhausted until A awoke for his appointment at 8 am. Then I went back to bed and couldn’t sleep because I was awake then, so I showered. A came back back and finally I was tired enough to sleep in the bed with him with the cozy duvet. 

When A left for mosque I pulled out Module 1 for copywriting which I had read but not done the exercises for and did those and thankfully after my Morning Tea which is loaded with extra caffeine for me I could concentrate well. I wrote my NaPoWriMo poem and then just relaxed.

When A came back he had breakfast which was my lunch and I had some green tea and this special bread A gets, kind of like a pastry flat bread. And all went well until about 5:30 pm which is the worst time of day for me. 

I have had to raise my Rispirdone levels back up slightly because I haven’t been able to concentrate so well but it also makes me feel more agitated at times. My Dexedrine wears off and that is a stimulate, so coming down off of it can be harsh sometimes. I was so tired and starving and there was no food. Finally, I say to A, ” I need to go home and sleep in my own bed.” He doesn’t get it. So I say quite grumpily ” I need to go home. If you can’t drive me I’m taking a cab.” I bring up co-op taxi’s ap on my phone and am about to press complete when A says, “ready.” I stumble out the door and when we get to McDonald’s I inhale my double cheeseburger. I feel a lot better surprisingly by the time A gets me home but still glad to be home. So what happens when A’s home is my home, I wonder? We’ll use my bed it’s softer and I’m use to it. Problem solved. 

At home I lie in bed, I cannot sleep because I’ve been trying to nap all day but I lie there and my muscles relax. My mom comes home and she’s been shopping for items to wear and use in China. She shows me everything and we sit out and drink tea as she irons. I certainly feel I’m at home. I guess I will just have to bring more of home to A’s. But bonus points for him, we did talk about getting married and how that will be if we can manage, including budget and engagement ring. So, that’s a great start. 

That’s a piece of my weekend. How was yours? 

  

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4 thoughts on “Trouble with a Bed”

    1. Thanks. Next step to making it through the next 2 yrs is to buy him something to make his bed softer and softer pillows. His birthday is coming up so I think I can sneak the pillows in with his present 🙂

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