please pass the Prozac

I have good days and bad days. I think today is one of those bad days. This surgery is really screwing with my summer. I’ve had to miss out on so many fun things, and the hits just keep coming. I want to be able to jump in a lake, I want to be able to sit in an inner tube, I want to be able to stay up past 11pm on a Friday night. But I can’t, so I don’t. It sucks.

I’m 2 days shy of my 2 month “hipiversary” and honestly, it’s starting to feel like 2 years.

On one hand it’s already been 2 months, and on the other well, it’s ONLY been 2 months. I think I have really high expectations of myself, so not feeling up to do x,y, or z is taking its toll.

I try to be funny, and sound flippant, but this really is a big deal. And there are a lot of times where I just can’t muster up the energy to get ready to go out. There are just activities that I don’t feel like participating in. So, while I desperately want people to include me in things, when invitations come my way I don’t or can’t always go. How’s that for a kick in the ass?

Oh, and if I don’t start sleeping through the night on the chop chop, I’m going to jump off a cliff anyway. So, that will solve my problem anyway. 🙂