What a day!!


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Wow!!!  What a day!!!  I was going to go out on the bike.  It didn’t work out in my favor.  I broke three toes a few weeks ago.   They are still a bit swollen.  I tried to put on my boots this morning, and they immediately began to pinch.  There is no way I was going to ride safely.  No ride for me today.

That started an entire other ball rolling.  Oye!!!!  I went looking for my fingerless gloves – I have two pair.  I found one of each pair.  UGH!!!!  Seriously?  They don’t look alike, so I couldn’t even begin to fake it to make it.  That started me on my first big project of the day.   The Junk Room.

That’s what I have renamed that room.  It is the catch all.  It has coats, jackets, helmets, my crocheting supplies, and a whole bunch of other nonsense.  It got so bad, you could barely walk in there.  And you couldn’t find anything or make any sense out of what was going on in there.  Well, that started it.  Before I knew it, I was hip deep in STUFF.

I found out that my husband had something like nine winter coats.  Six of which I could not remember him ever wearing.  I made him go through his coats, boots, work shoes and sneakers.  If he was keeping it, it had to go in the closet.  If he wasn’t keeping it, it was going in the trash.

Huge garbage bag later – and several boxes that still have to be broken down, and that room is in a lot better shape than it was.  Hopefully, I will finish it within the next day or two.  I’ve wanted to go after that room for a long time.  I’m glad I finally got in there.

Then, I headed outside and cleaned out my car.  It has been forever since I did.  Poor “Savannah” was a mess inside.  Three kitchen size garbage bags later, that was done.  Yay!  It’s supposed to rain tomorrow – (actually today – insomnia again) and I am hoping to get her a nice bath and to vacuum her out.  But, at the very least, she’s cleaned out and doesn’t look like a rolling garbage can.

The butter I was making didn’t turn out as I had hoped.  Something happened during the infusing process and I went out to the kitchen to check on the machine, and there was melted butter all over the place.  I don’t get why it happened.  It’s never happened before.  I was able to salvage some of it.   That’s the first time my LEVO has disappointed me.  *sigh*  Oh well.  Live and learn.  I think it is because I stuffed too much butter in it and it just overflowed the banks, so to speak.  I froze the cannabis.  It will be used at a later date when I make sauce.  Adding it to a large batch of sauce will likely mask its flavor in there, but the activated THC will be present and it will get the desired effects – that is the pain killing and euphoric effects that help with my insomnia and pain.

So, if it works so well, why am I still up, at almost 1:00 in the morning?  Because sometimes nothing works on my insomnia.  It’s just the way it goes sometimes.  And it’s gotten much much much worse since this whole COVID-19 shut down.  I’ve been working since I was 16 years old.  I’m 50.  The only extended time off from work I have had is when I had my two sons.  Otherwise, I am at work.

See, to me, there are ways to measure success in life.  One, if you are a parent, if your children grow up to be good people, that’s success.  I’m proud of both my sons.  My older son is in the Army – has a beautiful wife and son – a beautiful home and his career is going upwards.  My younger son is an over the road truck driver.   He’s one of those very unsung heroes of this current situation.  He’s been driving long hours – long days – dealing with a lot of stupid people along the way.  Both of my kids are heroes in my eyes.

The other way I measure success – your own work ethic.  Going to work, every day, even when you feel like crap.  I feel like crap every day.  I’m always tired.  I’m always in pain.  And there are a number of days – every week – where I go to work after only a few hours of sleep.

I’m still not adept at dosing myself with the cannabis to get an accurate read on how much is too much for sleep.  A few nights ago, I ate six of my little peanut butter balls and knocked myself out for 12 hours.  So, I decided on three the next night.  No sleep.  Do I try four now?  I don’t know.  Last night, I had my Sundae-Buzzy-Sundae.  No sleep.

Strains do make a difference.  I use Indica strains almost exclusively.  Indica (In Da Couch, as I call it) is supposed to be the more relaxed, chill strain.  Sativa gives you more energy and inspiration to do stuff.  I need couch lock and to sleep more than I am.  But, I am also attributing this to stress.  A lot of stress.  This COVID stress sucks balls!!!

I haven’t been at work since March 18 2020.  It’s May 4 2020.  I don’t have any expectation of going back to work until sometime in June.  Maybe.  Hopefully.  Every time I check the updates on my employer’s website, it seems like they are making more and more provisions to do things “off the record”.  Courthouses are hard places to enforce social distancing.  And my courthouse is so short security personnel to begin with, enforcing social distancing is going to be ridiculous.  Although I believe that even when we do reopen, we will not be reopening fully for several months.

I’m over it – I truly am.  I really wish that I would get an email tomorrow saying to go back to work.  But, the latest information I have heard – sometime in June.  So, I have another month to have more days like I did today.  Getting stuff done.

Had a pretty good dinner tonight.  Pork chops, and onions, sautéed in cannabutter, than cooked in the instant pot with baby carrots, and pork gravy.  Added green beans for another veggie side.  It was a good dinner.  I love my Instant Pot.

Oh well.  I am feeling a little sleepy now.  I’ll go check the washer and dryer – yeah, I’m doing laundry at one in the morning – why not? – and maybe have a couple of peanut butter balls – or some toast with some cannabutter – I’m thinking that the toast sounds really good.  There was very little cannabis in tonight’s dinner.  Yeah, I’m thinking toast sounds really really good!!!

Until my next entry…

Published by EIBWB

Just a middle age biker chick, learning how to navigate through life with a disability, and how medical marijuana saved me

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