I’m really not enjoying life right now. Around the time that the cat died two weeks ago, I started having a recurrence of a strange breathing issue I have from time to time. It basically keeps me from being able to take a deep breath whenever I want to. It has its origins partially in my allergies, and partially in anxiety. I start having trouble because of the allergies, which makes me anxious, which makes the problem worse. I haven’t figured out how to make it go away yet. It just happens spontaneously.
Consequently, I’m getting really shitty sleep right now since I pretty much can’t lay down to sleep. Whatever this fuckuppery my lungs likes to play on me gets worse when I’m reclining. I’ve largely slept either in a recliner or on the couch the last two nights.
I don’t imagine the anxiety component is made any better by the fact that I’m on deathwatch with yet another cat. This time it’s YinYang’s mother, Babalon. Obviously, she’s a bit older than he was when he died a couple of weeks ago. She also looks much worse. She’s been sick for at least two years, is nothing but fur and bones, and looks like she has at least two paws in the grave. Her condition has grown much worse in the past few days and I’m fairly certain I’ll be sending another pet on its way to the Great Catnip Field in the Sky sooner rather than later. Because what I really need right now is to dig another hole in my back yard.
So between the dead and dying cats, my allergies, and my anxiety, my sleep is suffering. I believe the appropriate word to use to describe my current demeanor would be “punchy”. I really want nothing more than 8-12 hours of uninterrupted sleep. I would particularly like it to be uninterrupted by the need to suddenly sit upright to alleviate the sensation of suffocating. I’d love to induce sleep pharmaceutically, but my supply of appropriate meds is quite low due to the last dying cat incident and due to my psych nurse adjusting my scrip down without really discussing it with me (which is the first time he’s done something to annoy me).
All of which will be discussed at my appointment later today, along with the apparent necessity that I take a drug that costs $13 a pill (just my fucking luck: dozens of psychiatric medications at my disposal, and the one that works is the most recent in a new string of horribly expensive drugs that unfortunately do their job really well). I’ll be spending some time delving into the world of online pharmacies.
So no, I’m really not enjoying life at the moment. I want my cat back, and I want to breathe properly.