Dentist Update

Yesterday was the dentist appointment. I took the anti-anxiety medication about a hour before the appointment. It didn't make me loopy of anything like that. It mainly just made it so I wasn't crying and ready to throw up. Yes, that's how upset I get about dentists. But this time I just have this anxiety pressure in my chest. I was able to keep it under control.

Master took me there and the people were really nice. I totally forgot my ear buds. I really was planning on cranking up some music on my phone through the ear buds but of course I forgot them. Well, it's better than forgetting something more important...

I got eight shots of Novocaine. By the time he was done I couldn't even feel my nose. I prefer that though. I didn't feel a thing. I didn't even really feel any pressure. And he wasn't kidding when he said that the Novocaine was the longest part of it all. That was mainly because he double checked, did another shot or two, and then gave that time to set in.

But the dentist was so nice and so was his dental assistant. He told me whenever he was going to do something. He told me how well I was handling it. All I can say is that I was completely relaxed the whole time. Once the shots were done with the time flew by. They took all four teeth out and put in stitches.

I don't have to take any antibiotics. They did give me a prescription pain reliever. They gave me Percocet.

After we got home from the appointment and getting the prescription filled I pretty much immediately went back to sleep. I made sure to take a Percocet before the Novocaine wore off. I also put ice on my face. Oddly enough once I did feel the pain it was more the places where the Novocaine was put in rather than where the teeth were pulled out.

I had to prop myself up as much as I could and pretty much slept 90% of the day and night from that point on. Once six hours passed by I took another Percocet and went right back to sleep. Sleep promotes healing so I slept as much as possible.

When I woke up this morning I was hardly in any pain at all. I simply took a couple of aspirin and that's all I've taken all day. It's not very painful. My face isn't nearly as swollen as it was yesterday. I'm not as tired as I was yesterday either. I am glad that I slept as much as I did though. I honestly don't think I would be feeling as good as I am today if I hadn't crashed most of the day yesterday.

Now I just have to get through the rest of this healing process which isn't very long time... Four to five days to fully heal basically. My gums will still be tender and all that but they should pretty much be healed. I can't wait for that. 

Health

Today our dog had his last dose of eye drops! Hooray!!! We gave him some treats to celebrate. *smiles* He was getting rather difficult and grumpy these past few days when we gave it to him. I couldn't say that I would be any different. After all he has been having some kind of eye medication, either the ointment or the drops, for almost a month now. I'm sure he was more than sick and tired of dealing with it. I know that I would be. I'm just thankful that he is done with all of his medication now and we don't have to take him back. It is as healed as it's going to be and honestly he doesn't even seem to notice it. The only time I really notice it is when the light hits his eye just right because the scratch/scar is rather visible when it is like that.

Tomorrow is my dentist appointment to get those four teeth pulled. I have been trying to keep myself calm about it all day. I think for how scared I actually am of dentists I'm doing rather well. Yes, I'm still scared and yes I'm worried about it but not as bad as it could be.

I'm just really glad that my shrink agreed to prescribe me some anti-anxiety medication. I talked to the pharmacist and he told me to take it about a hour before my appointment. My appointment is at 7:45am. As a result I'm going to take it around 6am. I want to pad that time line a little bit. I know it's not going to wear off in a short period of time. Valium is made to last a while. I know it won't wear off within a three hour time frame. And honestly the dentist told me that the longest part of the procedure will be doing the Novocaine because he's going to make triple sure I am fully numb. If that's true or not I have no idea. *shrugs*

I just know that I'm going to dress comfortably and taking my phone to see if I could listen to music while he is doing it. I just want something blaring in my ears. I'm going to ask if it's okay first though. Once we get home I'm probably going to prop myself up on the bed and try to stay as comfortable as possible.

I know that I am probably making a bigger deal out of this than I need to. But, like I said, I am scared of dentists and I truly believe I am handling this better than I normally would. Especially with everything else that has happened in the past month.

Speaking of doctor appointments, I have to go see my shrink on 10th of October. I need to do my twice a year check in as well as get a refill prescription. He won't do it unless I come in once every six months. I understand that. After all, there are so many people who abuse and/or misuse prescription medications.

Damn Body

Well, Master still has His head cold. It seems to have moved down to His chest though. He isn't running a fever or anything like that. Just a lot of sneezing, coughing, and sinus drainage. It said that He felt a little better yesterday but then today it seems to have bitch slapped Him back into feeling like road kill. I had said that I wasn't too worried about catching it. I'm still not sure if I have. I know that sounds stupid as hell. Either you're sick or you're not.

It's just that with the way the weather has been and my going in and out of the cold it's hard to tell whether mine is just bad sinuses or if I've got a lighter version of the head cold Master has. Yesterday I couldn't stop sneezing or getting my nose to stop running. But on the way home from work I felt better. Once I got home it was back to how it was earlier in the day. That is what makes me think it's just my sinuses since it is really only reacting when the pressure changes and when I go from a warm building to it being cold outside.

Today I feel just kind of blah. I still feel stuffed up and have this pressure going on behind my left eye. But, again, I'm not sure if I'm actually sick or if my sinuses are just messing with me. My sinuses don't get bad very frequently either.

Damn body. I hate it when I can't tell what's wrong because then I don't know how the hell I should fight it. If it's just sinuses all I have to do is just pop a benadryl every once and a while. If it's the head cold Master has I'll probably still just take a benadryl every now and then but I'd still like to know. That way I can tell if I'm getting better or not.

It's the down side to having a strong immune system. When something does happen I don't know what the hell it is until it's serious.

I'm not really worried about me though. I don't care how many different kinds of hell I feel like I'll still go through the daily routine, as much as I would hate it. Unless I need to go to the ER there is really nothing I can do. My body will have to fight it off on it's own.

I worry about Master because of how His immune system is. That's the other reason why I want to know whether or not I'm sick. I don't want Him to finally get over His cold only to catch it again from me. So I guess what I'll have to do is just act like I have a cold. That way if I have it I will, hopefully, not pass it back to Him. Plus that shit tends to mutate when it jumps from one person to the other.

I feel okay right now. That pressure behind my left eye is still rather noticeable. But my nose isn't stuffed up and I am not sneezing or coughing. But better safe than sorry. Until Master gets better I'll just act as if I do have a cold. Once He's better, as long as I'm sure I don't have it, I'll be able to lighten up on that.

The sucky part is that when I have a cold I can't really have a lot of physical contact with Him such as cuddling and all that. I'll still kiss the top of His head when He's sitting down or I'll give Him a hug. But anything outside of that... yeah. Can't really do it.

Head Cold

It appears that I am the only one in this house that is healthy right now. Well, the bunnies too. So three out of the five of us.

Master has a head cold. It started a couple of days ago with what just seemed like really bad sinuses, which is what we automatically assumed since His sinuses bother Him every day anyway. Some days are worse than others. So whatever. But the next day His throat felt scratchy and kind of sore. By the third day we both realized that He has a head cold. He's been sneezing and coughing and blowing His nose a lot. But at least He doesn't have a fever. I keep a close eye on Him when He's sick just because it can escalate rather quickly and turn into an ER visit. So far so good though. He does sound a little better today than He did yesterday. He has been able to get a bit more sleep than usual so I'm hoping that it helps speed up Him getting over it.

I have a rather strong immune system so I'm not really worried about catching it. And even if I did I have a feeling it would bother me for a day or two and then I'd be fine. When I do actually get sick though it knocks me on my ass. Hard. So there are up sides and down sides to it.


Even the dog isn't feeling well. He got sick twice today and we had to give him a benadryl. Thankfully he thinks they are treats, so it's really easy to give them to him.

I hope Master feels better soon. I hate it when He's sick. There isn't a lot I can do about it and I worry because I know that if it mutates into something else it can get serious rather fast.

He hates cold medicine. So He tries to avoid it for as long as He can. Since it's not too bad I can't really claim health issue and override Him. But on my way home from work I stopped at the store and got Him honey cough drops. He likes those at least. He puts them in His coffee.

We have a clause in our dynamic where if it's a health concern the dynamic goes out in the window in so far as I get really fucking bossy. Like I will literally tell Him to sit the fuck down and I'll get something for Him. That's only if He's really sick though. But yeah. I get bossy with Him and He listens, most of the time. I become a bitch of a nurse. *laughs*

Grandpa

My mother called me today to let me know what is going on with my grandfather. My grandpa has a lot of health problems. He's going to be 72 in a few weeks. Well just recently it came to light that not much of his heart was functioning. He continued to hold back the percentage.

Today he told my mother. Only 24% of his heart is functioning. And the old man is still kicking. The doctors have told him that he needs a pace maker. However, they need to run quite a few tests and then have a "conference" about it.

Well the conference between the doctors isn't until October. Why? So they can run all the tests first. Why do they have to have a conference? To see if they think it is safe for him to go into surgery. Basically they have to weigh out the odds. How much of a chance does he have making it out of the surgery alive versus if they just let him continue without the surgery.

We're all just holding our breath until we know for sure what the next step is.

Then what happens today? My grandpa gets into a car accident. Some idiot pulled out in front of him and he smashed into the guy. I don't know all the details but I do know that he is fine but the car is pretty fucked up. The cops told him he should probably have the car towed. Grandpa was like "Fuck that" and drove the car home himself, parked it in the garage and will be calling his insurance tomorrow.

My grandpa's a bad ass.

Office Work Injuries

I am starting to get used to wearing the wrist support thing that I bought not that long ago. Master is having me wear it at work (minus my lunch break) and then when I am doing my blog post. Other than that I am to keep it off. That way I am wearing it when my wrist gets the most "punishment" and not when I don't really need it.

It's still kind of weird though. It's the kind with the velcro on it, so I am still trying to figure out the perfect "setting" as it were. Sometimes I get it right off the bat and sometimes I have to fuck with it a little before it is comfortable. If it's too tight then my hand tingles, if it's too loose it just feels weird. It feels like my wrist isn't getting enough support and I'm just wearing this weird uncool glove thing.

But I'll get there. I also have to wear my glasses when I'm at work, again unless it's my lunch break. If I'm reading a book at home sometimes Master will remind me to put them on. Usually that's only if I'm reading for an extended period of time though. He doesn't make me wear them when I'm at the computer at home, usually.

I only need my glasses when I'm on the computer and/or reading for an extended period of time. Well, at work I'm sitting in front of a computer for damn near 8 hours straight. So yeah. Glasses. I don't need them to drive or anything else. For instance, I'm not wearing them now and I'm fine. I can read and it's not a problem. But after a while the words start to get blurry and that gives me a migraine. That's how I found out that I needed glasses in the first place.

So yeah. Now when I'm at the computer at work I get to wear my glasses and my wrist support wrap. Go me! Hell of a fashion statement let me tell ya. At least my wrist wrap is black, so it goes with everything. My glasses? Well I have two pair. One is blue, which are the ones I wear at work the most. The other one are these really cute silver metal framed ones. I don't wear those to work much because I prefer the metal ones and would really hate it if something happened to them at work. Because of that though, I hardly ever wear them. Since I don't have to wear them at home, and I don't wear them when we are out and about, they just kind of... sit there. But to me that's better than them breaking. Plus, I can always wear them every now and again just to get some use out of them.

Thankfully I only need a wrist support wrap for my right hand. I'm sure that's because I'm right handed. So while my left wrist still does a lot of work when I'm typing, it doesn't get much abuse otherwise.

No one has mentioned the wrap at work, which doesn't really surprise me. Quite a few people at my job wear them, including my supervisor. Although his looks like it was prescribed by a doctor. It damn near goes down to his elbow and looks... intricate. That's really the only word I can think of. It has quite a few straps on it, and three pieces of metal (one on each side of the arm and one going  along the bottom of it).

I've also seen people at my job who have never needed glasses before, but now they do. And they are annoyed by it.

So apparently office work slowly forces you to wear glasses (or contacts) and wrist supports. Damn you office work! *shakes fist*

Topics of Conversation

Or at least of blog posts.

For a while there I was slipping back into my old thing of posting more about the day to day shit, or about work, than I was about the other, more important, things in my life. Such as passions of mine, my marriage, and my submission.

It's like the top of my blog says: "Kitten's journey through life, love, submission, and pain." Now granted work and the day to day stuff is part of life. But still, it's a more dull side of life. The kind of stuff I'd rather not dwell on all the damn time. And I mean yes, I've done some posts about me being bi-polar and only recently finding out about it. But that makes sense to me. It's new, I'm still trying to get use to the fact that this is something I have and need medication for. So yeah, I'm going to blog about it. Plus it also helps Master so He can see where I am about it all and keep up on it all when I don't think to verbalize it. So that's a bonus.

But I'm trying to stay away from the day to day/work stuff. And I'm starting today. Now, I could have started this post about how shitty my day was, and the stresses that were involved. (And it really was a shitty day.. believe me.) But I'm not going into the details. I will stop at stating that I had a shitty day, and I will move right along.

Last night is the best Monday night I can remember in a while. Master allowed me to stay up a little late just because we were having such a good evening. And we weren't really doing anything special. It was just one of those nights where we were joking around, having a great time and smiling at each other a lot. It was wonderful.

As I said we were joking around a lot and that's when Master finally learned that I can speak in the language of "Dude". Now hopefully you are not staring at your monitor blankly asking yourself "What does speaking in 'Dude' mean?!"

Cause man, if you don't know.. you are so missing out.

Okay so speaking in "Dude" is very simple, but not everyone can do it properly. Speaking in "Dude" is just where you and whoever you are talking to only says the word "Dude" and yet you are having a complete conversation that both of you understand perfectly. It's hilarious and fun at the same time.

Master and I started talking like that last night because I had asked Him a question and He answered by saying "Dude," in such a way that He very clearly meant the word "yes". And so I said "Dude" back in a way that stated I understood.

Hopefully I haven't lost anyone here, and have explained it well enough. Although I doubt it.

When Master realized I knew how to do that He started cracking up. Apparently I'm the only chick He's ever met that can speak "Dude". Normally yes, only two guy friends can speak in "Dude". But I was a tom boy, my father is odd, and I had a lot of guy friends when I was younger since I was a tom boy. So I mastered that art rather young. He for some reason takes great pleasure in knowing that I can speak "Dude".

And that started off into this whole conversation about how a lot of couples aren't best friends. I mean they love each other (hopefully) and they care about each other.. and they may even be friends. But they aren't best friends. Master is my best friend, and I am His. We can joke around in a way that only best friends can.

One couple we know, BC and HG, have not even been together that long. I think it's been a little over a year now. And they do not even act like friends. It's kind of weird to witness, lemme tell you.

But one day we were at their place for dinner and Master and BC went outside and HG and I stayed in the apartment. This was just after Master and I had a quick joke session filled with inside jokes that only the two of us know the meaning of, and were both laughing quite a bit.

So there is the background to this story. So HG is cleaning up a bit in the kitchen and I'm standing there talking to her. There is a break in the polite conversation and she turns, looks at me, and says, "So.. why do you guys act like that?"

This kind of took me off guard. I was thinking she was referring to our lifestyle, which she does not know about. I was trying to think back of anything we said or did that could lead to that conclusion and nothing popped up. So I cautiously asked what she meant. Her reply was, "Well why do you guys joke around and have inside jokes and all that?"

Again, I had this blank look on my face. Now granted I have never experienced anything such as being best friends with your significant other, but now that Master and I have been together so long and that has stayed in tact it just seems natural to me. So I said, "Well, we're happy, in love, and we're best friends. I really don't know how else to explain it."

So she said, "Well I love BC too, and we are happy.. but I wouldn't say we're best friends. I have a best friend."

She kind of acted like I was crazy for thinking my Husband is my best friend. And I just kind of felt bad for her. I mean like I said, before Master I've never considered my significant other to be my best friend. But now that I can say that I honestly feel that way, I couldn't imagine not being my Husband's best friend. It would feel so weird to me.

So I was telling Master all about this particular conversation last night and He said that He agreed, that it would be weird to go back to having only a best friend outside of the relationship. BC was Master's best friend. And I think that's one reason why BC gets slightly territorial regarding "his place" when we are all out together. It's like he thinks I've replaced him. I have and I haven't. He no longer is who Master considers His best friend, that is true. But I have not purposefully tried to ruin their friendship or anything. It's just where I naturally landed in Master's hierarchy. And I am glad that I did.

I know I've said this in past posts, but Master and I have a lot of "titles" for one another. Master/slave. Husband/wife. Teacher/student. Best friends. Mates. The list continues. Some people may think it's unhealthy to be so completely involved with another person, but I find it to be very healthy and one of the only reasons I'm still sane.

Nervous About Treatment

As you know from this post, I have started therapy. My next appointment is next week Friday. That's also rent week, so I already know finances are going to be extremely tight. But I'm sure I can scrounge up the copay. I don't want to miss an appointment.

During my last appointment the therapist.. we'll call her JD, told me that she does not feel I suffer from depression, but from Cyclothymia. Since that time I have done some research on it. If you want, you can read more here. They describe it as relatively mild. And compared to full on bi-polar disorder, it is. But that doesn't make it any fun.

I know what some of you must be thinking. How, after one appointment, can a therapist possible be able to give a diagnosis. And normally I would agree. But JD seems on top of her game and after doing research I am highly inclined to agree with her diagnosis.

It started shortly after I hit puberty, which is when it normally becomes noticeable.

JD did say that medication for me would be a good idea. She did not name any drugs, but I looked into what is most commonly prescribed for people with this disorder, and it seems lithium is the drug of choice. Some of the side effects related with it (although rare) are kind of scary. But really, what side effects aren't? Even with over the counter medications.

But there is no use in wondering about the side effects for that drug because of two things mainly:

1. I don't even know if that is what they are going to give me.

2. If they do I don't know what dosage.

So I have to wait. My next appointment won't be one where I get a prescription anyway. That's the one that is currently three weeks away and that's only if the doctor I see decides to write a script for me.

So why am I nervous about treatment? Well, it's not the therapy. Talking isn't a problem. I don't particularly enjoy it, but it does seem to help so far.

It's the drugs. What if I'm not the same person after? I mean I know it's going to alter me in some way.. other wise what's the point of taking it? But what if I'm.. like a totally different person. That thought scares me a little.

I'm not saying I won't take the medication if it is deemed necessary. In fact at this point I'm hoping it is. Because I don't see how just talking is going to help stabilize my moods.

But the thought still makes me nervous. I'm sure most of it is due to old programming. When I was in my early to mid teens I was on anti-depressants, a sleep aid, muscle relaxers, pain killers, migraine medication.. the list continues. Eventually I just felt like a zombie. I hated it. Hated it.

But the doctors weren't listening to me back then. And I'm not on all those pills anymore. Most doctors don't listen to a 14 year old. They figure they know better, even though they aren't feeling what the 14 year old is feeling.

But I'm 27 now. And JD seems awesome and more than willing to listen and she vouched for this doctor I have to see. Hell, they are part of the same clinic.

So I have more control. Not only am I an adult, but if the doctors won't listen to me, my Husband sure in the hell will and He'll help me. I know He will.

 

 

Uh... Yeah.

So. I didn't quit smoking. After talking with my Husband, as well as my mother (at different times) they both agree that going cold turkey is going to be a very bad idea for me.

And since I'm married to one, and the other raised me I decided to not let my pride get in the way and listened to them.

I suffer from depression, and a lovely little thing called panic attacks. Those are fun.

Right now my depression is doing okay. But after a good five or so hours without a cigarette I could feel a panic attack coming on. Not so much knowing that I would have to wait a while for a cig. That I can deal with. But the fact of knowing that I could not have one. My chest was tight, I had to control my breathing so I didn't start freaking out. Panic attacks suck. Panic attacks that happen at work where you don't want to embarrass the hell out of yourself or explain what the fuck is going on... suck even more.

Master picked me up from work and we talked more about it, and He agreed that I should just try to moderate my cigarettes for now, and then eventually wean myself off of it completely.

People can think what they want. I said I would quit, yes. But when it comes down to it, nothing in this blog is scripture. (Thankfully.) And my mood shifts rather rapidly lately. So one minute I can be all gung-ho about something, and the next I start to realize that yeah.. that's not such a hot idea.

Since I already have to ask if I may have a cigarette when I'm at home, Master is being more mindful of telling me whether or not I can have one.

For instance, I just asked Him if I could have one right now. He said I had to wait until after my bath was done. So I have to wait a while, and I know that if I were to rush through my bath just to have that cigarette that much quicker, He'd tell me no.

So that's a good thing.

I don't have much else on my mind right now. My right shoulder is giving me problems today, and it's starting to go up my neck a bit. So I think I'm going to go soak in the tub, and maybe I'll hop back online later for another post. I'm not sure yet.

Healthy Marriage

This morning I woke up Master by stroking His cock. Thankfully He wasn't laying on His stomach, or that would have been impossible. I had fallen asleep last night in full lingerie, on the couch. And by the time we went to bed I was still just kind of a zombie and passed out again rather quickly. I had been battling a headache all day, which is why I think my body was like "Fuck this," and made me sleep.

So I woke up horny. He let me stroke Him for a while as He woke up more and rolled onto His back. His back was bothering Him a little, so He had me get on top and ride Him.

After we came together we went out into the living room and had coffee.

It's been a pretty good day. But one thing that's been on my mind lately is health. Mine in particular, but also His of course.

I mean I'm starting to make doctor appointments and all that to get that all taken care of, but that's just a part of being healthy.

Of course we both smoke. About a pack a day a piece. Now not only is that unhealthy, but it's also expensive as hell. It's a little over $6 per pack. So that's about $13 a day for both of us to smoke which equals out to $91 a week which equals out to $364 a month. That's a lot of money. Money we really don't have, but spend in the name of an addiction to nicotine.

We've talked about quitting before. I've stopped for maybe a day, and then I'm just like fuck it, I can't do this... I don't even really want to do this so why am I?

And it sucks. They are excuses, and excuses are a sign of weakness, which I really don't like. And neither does Master.

And I think another thing that keeps us on the cigarettes is the fact that well.... we get extremely cranky without them. Okay, more than cranky. I become a bitch and He becomes an asshole. In bad ways.

We start fighting and the fighting gets our blood up and getting the blood up makes us want a cigarette, which pisses us off even more.

It's really a nasty cycle. I started smoking on and off when I was 15. I didn't start smoking heavily until I was 19. But still, all told I've been smoking for 12 years.

Master started when He was 18 so He's been smoking for 17 years.

And at the ripe old age of 27 I can already feel the effects. I sometimes feel out of breath, or suddenly I'll start coughing for no reason. It's fucked up.

So.. do I try this again? Do I attempt to quit once more? I've looked into quitting aids, and holy shit they are more expensive then a week's worth of cigarettes! And when one of your goals is to save money, what the fuck is the point when it's cheaper to keep smoking than it is to buy the patches. And the gum is just fucking nasty. I had one once, when my dad was trying to quit. So that leaves doing it cold turkey.

But I need to be strong, and I need to get through the first part of it without going, "Well I'll just bum a cigarette.... and then I won't have another one."

And I need Master to not give in when I get bitchy. I need Him to just tell me to knock it off or force me to calm down some other way, and not allow me to have a cigarette. To not bum me one (if He has any) or hand me one out of pure frustration or to get me to calm down.

And I need Him to not let me break down and buy a pack.

Hell just this morning while I was riding Him, I suddenly felt out of breath and then it passed. It was weird. I didn't like that feeling at all. And He kind of gave me a worried look when I told Him about it.

It'll be rough. Very rough, because some of the physical side effects of quitting is depression and anxiety. Both of which I already battle. But it should be short lived. They say that it takes about three days to actually get it out of your system.

I think tomorrow I'm going to buy a huge thing of sugar free gum.

I really do want to do this. Not just so I have more money in my pocket, but also because the sudden shortness of breath every now and again is really starting to bother me. And the coughing. And I'm sick of standing outside when it's raining or I'm cold (like in the winter) to get those few puffs in. And now ya can't smoke inside a public place anymore, but the prices of cigarettes keep going up. It's like the price keeps getting jacked, and it's still legal, but you can't do it in all the places you use to.

And I know this is cheating, but I'm finishing this pack. I have nine left. And I'm not throwing money in the garbage. I'm not. Plus if I start quitting on a work day, I'm less likely to be an utter and complete bitch once the weekend hits. I think I can finish nine cigarettes by the time we go to bed.

They Work

Well, I'm a happy kitten today. Yes, I had to work today and it was busy as hell. But I'm not in a bad mood, surprisingly. I remember Master waking me to say goodbye. We couldn't kiss of course because I still have those cold sores, which will hopefully be gone very soon.

But I remember Him kissing my forehead or my cheek, I can't remember which because I was half asleep. But I love those half awake goodbyes where I remember Him doing it, but it's sort of dreamy, you know?

I slept for about another hour before getting up and getting ready for work. Our friend B came to pick me up and we talked on the way to my job.

Work was, as I said, extremely busy. Master had left me a voice mail message before my first break because He had been sent home really early due to a lack of things to do around the shop. I was a little jealous cause He was home and I wasn't. ;-) But I was also glad that He was getting some down time. My Husband works hard every day He's at work and He never knows when He's getting out.. it's just one of those jobs... so I know He needed the rest and relaxation of just having some down time.

When I called home on my lunch break, our conversation was filled with jokes, "I love you"s and "I miss you"s. I don't know what it was.. we talked for about 20 minutes. It was nice though. It left me with a smile and made my day a little brighter.

I had taken one of those new multivitamins that I was talking about in my last post, and man do they work! They are a daily multivitamin that is supposed to help with energy. Normally by mid day I'm dragging tail.. but today I was energetic. Even a little hyper, which made it kind of difficult to sit most of the day.. but that's okay. It's now 10:33pm and I'm not dragging or feeling exhausted. It seems these things really work, and I feel great. Let's hope it's not one of those things that my body gets used to and then I stop taking them. That wouldn't be good.

Master came to pick me up from work and we talked on the way home. We ate dinner and then watched a movie. It was actually pretty funny. It's called "Forgetting Sarah Marshall" or something close to that... either way it was pretty good.

Now Master is just relaxing and playing His video game and I'm doing this, my blog post.

Is it just me or are people not writing much right now? I know it's still a busy time of year, but I miss reading certain blogs... *shrugs*

I'm glad I have this blog. I may not always have a lot to talk about (like today apparently.. cause I'm babbling..) but still even when I'm just rambling on about something it feels good to sit down and get things out of my head, even if it is nonsense.

Today all I know is that I can't wait until these cold sores are gone, I love my Husband very much, and I can't wait until Friday! *laughs*

Okay Then..

Okay... today Master went back to work after two days off, and I went back to work after four days off. His day seemed okay, if a little hectic. Mine sucked. I have to get back into the swing of things and today was busy as hell.

Master and I have been talking a lot about how we need to change things in the apartment. So.. we've decided to turn the "bunny room" (where, of course, all three bunnies reside) into more of a guest room. We're not moving the bunnies out of the room, but we're going to by a futon to put back there and a small garbage can... maybe a small table. We're going to get rid of the huge desk back there that Hazel is currently on and get her an actual cage stand. The two boys (Thomas and Brighteyes) will stay where they are on their tables.

If we rearrange the room the three rabbits, a futon, and a table will fit back there without a problem.

Then comes the talk of how we need to just clean the apartment from top to bottom. It seems our spring cleaning bug has hit way early. Master wants to get new blinds, which I agree with. So I put in a request at work to have off on the 24th of this month. That will give me Friday, Saturday, and Sunday to clean with Master's help. Not that we'll have the money for everything right then and there, but we can get the cleaning done and then putting up the futon and rearranging the bunny room will be easier. I'm actually looking forward to it. And to be honest.. I hate cleaning. *laughs*

And then yesterday I woke up with two cold sores. I fucking hate cold sores! *sigh* So no kissing Master or other fun oral things until they are gone.

While looking online for which products I wanted to buy to treat the cold sore, I started seeing how much vitamins come in to play with treating and/or preventing them.

So then my mind started turning those wheels of how I'm technically supposed to be on vitamins anyways. Between my blood sugar, the fact that I'm usually anemic (especially when I'm on my period) and ya know.. general health.. I felt bad.

I have a Husband who loves me very much, and for whatever reason (because He's crazy) wants me around for a very long time. And yes, I know.. we both smoke, and I realize that is so not helping the health thing..but we're not ready to quit. Neither of us are. We tried that not that long ago. It didn't work because our hearts weren't in it. We didn't really want to quit. So nix that.

So while I was at the pharmacy picking up the cold sore medication, I also picked up a "one a day" multivitamin. And get this, it is for energy! Yay!

Seriously though, after a long day I find myself extremely tired. Sometimes I get so tired that Master worries that I'm sleeping to much. So I figure the multivitamin will help with that also.

And before anyone asks, no we're not staying up really late anymore. *laughs* Us, the two resident night owls are now in bed usually by 11pm. We both work first shift now, we can't stay up like we used to. Even on our days off we're in bed by like.. midnight or shortly there after. It's like this whole... new.... us. It's weird. But I like it actually. We're not night owls anymore, we are wanting to redo the apartment (as in clean it.. rearrange some shit).. and we're taking better care of ourselves. I like it.