Oh, I feel sick. Anxious, up at 2:25 am and likely coming down with something as Katie is very ill. I can't sleep. Something feels wrong. My medication has all been taken as usual, the stockings are hung, the tree is up, the dishes are done. My back is kinked in a million places, there's $88.63 in my checking account, I told Katie tonight I wouldn't be able to buy her Christmas presents until the 14th when my Disability check came in and then felt really, really terrible.
I'm still feeling terrible. I shouldn't have said anything. I have five days to make it through. There's a parking ticket and I need to buy contact lenses, but once I do that I want to get her some lovely little things. A stocking full of treats. I already ordered the pocket watch. I'm kicking myself for not taking care of some of this last month when I had money, but it went quickly last month, too.
The cat is kicking some plastic around. I'm so tired yet still I can't sleep. With my luck I'll be running out of Ativan on Christmas day, so I can't take that now. I can wait until early morning and take my morning medication I suppose.
My nose is stuffed up, I think it's the first sign I'm getting Katie's cold.