Do you know how sick I am of taking medicine? I am seriously sick of it...I am now taking half of a half of my pills, every 3 hours...EVERY 3 hours! No wonder I can't relax...the second I start feeling a tad bit normal, oh yeah, time for my freaking medicine. I was taking half a pill every 6 hours, but my heart rate was still spiking, so my dad suggested taking half of a half every 3 hours to try and prevent the "spikes"...not sure if that is the medical term, but you know what I mean. So my next dose is actually due now, but I am going to wait a while…I cannot wait to have a normal day of no medicine…not sure when that will be…maybe in 3 weeks? I go to the doctor on Tuesday, and I will be sure to ask her when this medicine drama can end…seriously.

My mom is gone, she left me yesterday…she will return on the 14th, which is when Stephen is going out of town. He will be gone Monday through Friday of that week…I am pretty sure that he can’t wait to get away from me…I have been on bed rest for 17 weeks now…I am pretty sure he doesn’t remember that I used to be fun. I feel sorry for him always having to listen to me complain/cry/worry…but I guess that is what they mean when they say in good times and in bad…I am just ready for some good times.