All's Well that Ends Well?

Boy, did I screw up today. I wasn't sure whether I took my morning meds (two antidepressants and a Ritalin-type stimulant) or not. The rule is that if you're not sure whether you've taken your meds or not, don't take them. But I convinced myself that I hadn't taken them and took them. And then it became clear that I had taken a double dose. I thought about working from home, but I needed my work laptop to do that, plus I thought that it might not be a bad idea to be around other people, so I managed to get myself to work. Sitting still was okay, but I was walking like I was drunk. My stomach was massively upset. For I while, I felt so bad that I considered asking the other librarian to take me to the emergency room, but eventually I started feeling quasi-decent. Yes, I own one of those pill boxes with a compartment for each day, but I haven't been using it because it's a pain to divide up the pills. But I'm going to start using it because I don't ever want to do that again.

I had been up late the night before joining groups on Meetup. Three out of the four groups that I applied to approved me: a women in business group, a women over 50 social group, and a singles over 50 group. It's taking me a little out of my comfort zone, but I'm also excited about it. The singles group is taking a trip to Starved Rock State Park in a couple of weeks, and I really wanted to go there this summer, so I think that I'll go even though I'd have to meet people at o'dark thirty. (Well, okay, 8:30 AM, which is o'dark thirty to me.) So I need to do a lot of walking so that I don't embarrass myself.

I'm also planning to set up a Meetup group for Younique makeup parties at my apartment if I can get clearance from Corporate. That means that I have to get this pit of a place clean and organized.

Wow, I'm really collapsing finally. Good. My stomach is very upset again, but I really abused it today. I hope that I can sleep.

Holy shit

I was just about to go to sleep, when the phone rang, and I went, "WTF"?? The Lincoln campus is on lockdown; that is, someone probably has a gun. So much for going to sleep, but there's nothing that I can do.

"The Moon Is In Caca" -- Tales of the City

Mom called from England. Her flight was exhausting, although she was lucky to get out of there before the chaos in Chicago on Thursday (?). (For those of you who haven't heard, someone set fire to the air traffic control center in Chicago that handles flights going over the Chicago area. There was a ground stop that affected flights across the country. People in the air going to Chicago were rerouted to Detroit, etc. What a mess. I'm getting an earful from my friends in Chicago.) Anyway, Arthur is still in the hospital. They won't let him leave unless he goes into a nursing home or has 24-hour care, and he can't afford 24-hour care. He wants them to release him in care of my mom, but he can't walk, and my mom has a hip replacement and can't exactly be his caretaker, not to mention that she's leaving in a couple of weeks. So she thinks that the shit will hit the fan on Monday. My Uncle Art is in extended care right now with his broken arm. My aunt said that both he and she are grumpy. I told my mom about my epic day on Friday. (The good news is that I was able to nap for a couple of hours before my mom called, so the meds are wearing off.) So...I don't know what to say exactly.

I tested out HootSuite, which makes automated appends to social media, and it worked to post on Facebook. I also got a free "social media planner" from another site. But I think that it's a good day to cocoon. So I'm planning to throw myself together, run to Best Buy to get ink for the cheap printer that I bought for my friend in Chicago, which I haven't done anything with, run to the "cheap" grocery store nearby for a couple of things (although I shopped in my downstairs freezer and filled up my upstairs freezer), watch a movie, and clip some coupons and do some mending. I'll plan and set up social media appends afterward. And go to sleep at a decent hour.