Sleep would be awesome right about now, except for the fact there are razors blades cutting through my brain… his name is Roger. The Snore-EX worked great for some time now, think he needs to redo it, re-mold it to his mouth. His snoring is making me want to smack him over his big ole noggin with my baseball bat. I try to deal as I can rest during the day, but I need good sleep as well. It is a must when dealing with MS. I always laughed at people who sleep in separate areas, now… not laughing. He needs to get the mouthpiece working or it’s sofa city for him. I’d love to be able to go out and sleep on the couch, but once down I cannot get up by myself. Once he’s asleep there is no getting him to get his ass up and get the hell to the couch. So here I sit… irritated, anxious, pissed, and fucking tired. I have taken my meds to hopefully help me to pass out from sheer exhaustion so I can not hear him anymore. Oh dear meds, please give me relief.

 

 

It is just not my month… Depression has set in, I want my bathroom done already, I feel sick, useless, alone and just plain pissy!!

There is so much I need to get out but have no energy to do so. I blog in my head every night then by morning it’s just gone. I just want to be happy for once, that’s all…