First, I called Residence Life and found out where my key will be since most people will be gone for Labor Day.
I put all my dishes in the dishwasher.
I found a tiny clear storage thing for my bathroom, rinsed it off, dried it, and cleaned it with Green Works.
I did laundry.
I know that doesn't seem like much for any average person, but this is more work than I've done in the past 23 days combined. Now, my back hurts and I'm exhausted, but still. Doing stuff was refreshing.
My mom said Motivated Mallory needs to visit more.
She just asked it not to be at 10 o'clock at night. :)
Good news: Today is the first day that I haven't woken up with an excruciating headache.
Bad news: Today I woke up because my stomach muscles were in severe pain again.
Go freaking figure.
I can't get full relief, but my family made comments that this is the first day that I've acted and sounded like myself, so that's good. Even with the stomach pains on top of still having a headache, this is the best I've felt. So yay for that!
Guilty pleasure confession time!
Have you tried these? Lindy's Italian Ice? Oh my gosh. I am so addicted to these things. I swear. I could eat six of them and still want more.
This one in the picture is the strawberry flavor. The orange is really good, and the watermelon - oh heaven help me, they're insane. They taste like real frozen watermelon!
If you've never tried these, go to the nearest grocery store and get some. Now. You'll thank me for it.
After seeing a comment on my last post, I thought I should give you guys an update on how things are going with Chelsea.
I know there are some people who don't believe in psychiatric medicine (hello, Tom Cruise), but for my sister
and my family, they're a lifesaver. Chelsea's like an entirely new person. There's been a total of one screaming match since she got her meds. I couldn't be happier about it.
Don't get me wrong; the girl still gets on my nerves. She's still a slob. She still takes and uses stuff without my permission. But I'm trying really hard not to be bitter or focus on the bad. I often fail, but that's okay. I'm still human.
This should give you an idea of how different things are now - I think that once I leave on Sunday, I might actually miss her. Crazy, huh?
If you would be so kind, say a prayer for her. Ask God to help her see that her refusal to stop smoking is horrible for the baby she says she loves more than anything. Ask God to protect that baby as it grows. She has no willpower, and I believe that only help from God will get her the strength to pick her child over cigarettes. She's not even trying to cut back, and it's gotten to the point where my mom, also a smoker, is mad about it.
Lastly, I just want to say thank you so much, all of you, for your support and prayers and kind words. They mean a lot. I don't have friends in this town, but you all have surrounded me with more love and support than I ever could have asked for from strangers.
I love blogworld. :)