No Shit, Sherlock and Happy Canada Day

This is the first morning of not waking up to a shit painted dog house. Hopefully this means it's the end of the runs. I'll put the shampoo bottle away and keep my fingers crossed.

I had a better sleep last night but I woke up with worries on my mind this morning. I was having a hard time breathing and decided that I was going to put on the patch after my morning coffee and smokes. That will happen after I finish typing up this post. The second thing I was worrying about was my finances. I truly need a miracle here because I can't see a way out of our situation. If I could calm my mind down to think clearly I might be able to come up with a few helpful plans. I don't know if it's the Risperdal or the Gabapentin that prevents me from thinking clearly, or maybe it's a combination of both. I'll be able to tell as my Gabapentin is continually lowered. So anyway, my anxiety was bad and I had the jimmie legs once again. I'm just starting to calm down as my meds do their thing.

This is Canada day and our plans are pretty simple ... a trip to the beach and a BBQ. I suspect I will be going over to my mother's tonight. She called pretty early this morning but we were all in bed. I'm sure she was just stressing over who was going to spend the evening with her. I think I'll take her to the fireworks tonight. I'm sure she'll enjoy that. It would have been nice if my brother would have taken her down to his summer home and done something special with her but I guess that's just not to be. I've had Mom for every holiday during the past year. She has spent all her firsts with me. I feel bad about that because I'm not always the best of company. Sometimes I'm feeling down and get really quiet. She needs someone really upbeat.

Well, that's it for now. It's time for me to finish the coffee and slap the patch on. Wish me luck, I'm going to need it.