I’m having a hard time blogging since I moved in with my parents. Today I tried to write and quit three times because the household is too noisy for me. If I get any writing accomplished, it has to be both conceived and typed after 10 pm when they go to sleep. I miss uploading two posts a day everyday. For a while, blogging was absolutely the most joyful thing in my life and I would type until my fingers cramped. I miss that. I also don’t feel very well. I caught intestinal pinworms in the homeless shelter and the medicine is not killing them. I have low energy since the worms are getting my nutrients instead of me, and yet I have put on 15 pounds in the last 3 months. The weight gain is entirely from not having control over menu and consequently eating traife (food that is not kosher). I recognize that right now is a crisis point for me. With the parasites and poor food choices, I feel sluggish and the more I feel sluggish, the more I eat, the more I eat, the more I feel sluggish… Which brings me to the depression. It’s not intense but it’s lingering. Today I worked a 500 piece jigsaw puzzle. That helped. I think exercise would help, but it’s 90+ degrees outside (°F).
I just want to have quiet so I can blog. I want a wormicide that works, and I want 50 pounds to evaporate while I am sleeping tonight. Is that too much to ask for?