Drawer Cleaning and Evoked Memories or the Lack Thereof - Part II; Yesterday - Unwell, Mucinex, Urinate, "Fat jackass" at lunch; Outside - Yesterday; Money, Bank, Overdraft; Seroquel; Outside - Today

Several times during the last couple of days, I've been able to reach into my drawer of letters and cards and envelopes and pull out a few items. I then quickly sort through them. Some I same, other go into the trash.

If I can do this within a ten-minute period, I'm not overwhelmed with emotions.

I have come across a number of cards from my aunt who died several years ago. For some reason, mother waited several weeks before telling me. She said she didn't think there was anything we could do. Now, I regret not being there at the end. But at the time, I may have been so depressed that I was not capable of doing that or much of anything else.

Yesterday I felt unwell. A deep sense of weariness. I'd sleep for awhile, aware with a headache and drift back to sleep. This went on for several times until at least noon. At which time, I got up and took the last two Mucinex DM Decongestants I had.

These work on the headache, more or less, but they make me slightly wired, and I think they interfere with the Clonazepam - anti-anxiety drug. And something, I only recently thought of is the effect they have on the prostate.

Several months ago, I lost the frequent urge to urinate. In fact I didn't even notice it at first. But overtime, I noticed it was very marked. And I couldn't think of a reason. Then by chance it struck me that it started about the same time I stopped taking any antihistamines or decongestants. I'd been using Mucinex DM because I found it very effective, even more so than some prescription meds. Of course, if you read the tiny, fine print, it does say it should not be taken be anyone with a prostate problem.

I very grudgingly got out of bed and headed off to lunch. I made the mistake of sitting across from a minister who was pontificating on his church and his possessions - two house, five cars, etc. The words "fat jackass" came to mind. but I was able to contain myself.

I spent part of the afternoon sitting in one of those horrid plastic white chairs in the far backyard surrounded by cut limbs. There were so many limbs that I felt overwhelmed. But very slowly, I trimmed one limb at a time and placed the twigs and debris into a garbage container. I limited myself to anything that did not need the reciprocating saw. Surprisingly enough, I achieved far more than I thought I would.

Screw!

Today I got a letter from the bank wanting to know when I'd be able to take care of the overdraft. FUCK OFF!

Another check, $10, addressed to the estate of my mother. I called the company and went through the same routine as before. They will cancel the original check and issue a new one to me by name.

And to top it off, I discovered a bill in my desk box that I'd overlooked that was/is overdue. CRAP!

However, I did notice an ad in the local free newspaper that is thrown on everyone's drive about Seroquel, an antipsychotic drug normally prescribed for schizophrenia or bipolar mania. Mother took this for about a year. And I was never sure exactly why. I don't think she fell into either of these categories.

The ad is from an Arizona attorney, no doubt, seeking participants for a class action law suit. Out of curiosity, I'll give them a call.

Today was similar to yesterday. Except this time I sat on the ground surrounded by limbs. Large limbs this time. Ones that required the reciprocating saw. I managed to chop up everything but two piece of hedge.

Of course, I immediately attacked several hedge plants thus creating another batch of limbs for another day.

My other two major accomplishments were to put up a security light on the carport. Alas, after I got it installed, I noticed there's a broken part. I'll need to decided what to tomorrow.

And I climbed an aluminum ladder to the edge of the roof to see what I could do with the pine straw that had collected on the roof. Using a rake and a hose, I was able to get rid of a lot. But not that at the peak of the roof. And I don't think I'm into the roof-climbing mode. I think I could get up, but I'm not so sure of the getting down.

PAX!