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disappointed_lesbianI'm back on vitamin b6, so my energy levels should be more normal from now on. I run out of supplements and then sometimes forget to buy more because I don't have the money at the time I run out, then I get bogged down in fatigue and brain fog. B6 is excellent for energy so I should definitely be on it regularly.
Today was a good day. I got a decent amount of sleep, I was reasonably energetic after I got up, my morning workout was productive, and I wasn't horribly drowsy afterwards.
It seems that I sleep better with no electronics in the bedroom. I suspected this before, and my sleep improved once I moved my alarm clock out of the bedroom, but I need to know the time when I wake up (always too early) so that I can decide whether to get up or try to get back to sleep, so I bought a second alarm clock and had it in the bedroom up until last night, when I had the best night's sleep I've had in a while.
I finally got another dermatology appointment today, so countdown until my next skin treatment and until my pih FINALLY fades entirely. I thought I could do it myself with skin peels, but I guess I was wrong. I've wasted a whole year waiting for my skin to improve.
I got a Spanish-language book about Korean. Spanish non-fiction is so much easier for me to read than fiction. I feel like my Spanish literacy is super low when I try to read fiction. Well, I guess it is super low; given that reading non-fiction is facilitated by the many words that are similar to their English equivalents, non-fiction is perhaps not the best measure of literacy, not for a native English speaker anyhow.
'Why do you care about other people's bodies?' That's a question I see whenever the topic of overweight Americans comes up online. Well if they're just a bit chubby, I don't care. But if a significant subset of the population is so large that it impacts their health, that's A. depressing because it's clearly (visually) abnormal, it's a sign of a garbage culture, and they're going to suffer and suffer needlessly, and B. they're that much less likely to attend to their responsibilities, such as their jobs, raising their kids, etc. which we as a nation all rely on each other to do. It's no different than shitloads of people being ill or injured; it's just sort of a slow motion version.
And then there are less salient things, like nurses getting injured trying to care for their morbidly obese patients. Or maybe those are just stories. Probably not.
Shit. Just got off the phone with my sister. Her shady apartment management raised the rent with a couple weeks notice and she just left because she couldn't afford it. Now she's blowing her money on a motel. And our piece of shit mother, after leeching off her for years, suddenly up and got a job so that she could move into senior housing. She's working towards abandoning my sister to homelessness instead of staying to help her pay for the motel or a new apartment. What a trash human being.
I hope I won't be up all night because of that B6. I cannot remember the dose I used to take, and there have been several occasions on which I had too much and did not sleep. Idiots put it in sleep medication now.
I don't like to think about how regular working people survive here in the bay area. Rent is so damned expensive. It's depressing.
Today was a good day. I got a decent amount of sleep, I was reasonably energetic after I got up, my morning workout was productive, and I wasn't horribly drowsy afterwards.
It seems that I sleep better with no electronics in the bedroom. I suspected this before, and my sleep improved once I moved my alarm clock out of the bedroom, but I need to know the time when I wake up (always too early) so that I can decide whether to get up or try to get back to sleep, so I bought a second alarm clock and had it in the bedroom up until last night, when I had the best night's sleep I've had in a while.
I finally got another dermatology appointment today, so countdown until my next skin treatment and until my pih FINALLY fades entirely. I thought I could do it myself with skin peels, but I guess I was wrong. I've wasted a whole year waiting for my skin to improve.
I got a Spanish-language book about Korean. Spanish non-fiction is so much easier for me to read than fiction. I feel like my Spanish literacy is super low when I try to read fiction. Well, I guess it is super low; given that reading non-fiction is facilitated by the many words that are similar to their English equivalents, non-fiction is perhaps not the best measure of literacy, not for a native English speaker anyhow.
'Why do you care about other people's bodies?' That's a question I see whenever the topic of overweight Americans comes up online. Well if they're just a bit chubby, I don't care. But if a significant subset of the population is so large that it impacts their health, that's A. depressing because it's clearly (visually) abnormal, it's a sign of a garbage culture, and they're going to suffer and suffer needlessly, and B. they're that much less likely to attend to their responsibilities, such as their jobs, raising their kids, etc. which we as a nation all rely on each other to do. It's no different than shitloads of people being ill or injured; it's just sort of a slow motion version.
And then there are less salient things, like nurses getting injured trying to care for their morbidly obese patients. Or maybe those are just stories. Probably not.
Shit. Just got off the phone with my sister. Her shady apartment management raised the rent with a couple weeks notice and she just left because she couldn't afford it. Now she's blowing her money on a motel. And our piece of shit mother, after leeching off her for years, suddenly up and got a job so that she could move into senior housing. She's working towards abandoning my sister to homelessness instead of staying to help her pay for the motel or a new apartment. What a trash human being.
I hope I won't be up all night because of that B6. I cannot remember the dose I used to take, and there have been several occasions on which I had too much and did not sleep. Idiots put it in sleep medication now.
I don't like to think about how regular working people survive here in the bay area. Rent is so damned expensive. It's depressing.
