Yesterday I woke up to take Max out at 6am. I had barely slept. My head and throat burned, I couldn’t breathe and every bit of energy I had in me was gone. I kenneled up the dog and headed back to bed to doze. I slept a bit more and then woke up, so hungry I couldn’t believe it, but so tired I could barely do anything about it. I didn’t have it in me to make a thing, and even less energy for something like the 4 block drive to Micky Ds. Nothing in the house that didn’t require what seemed like hours of intense labor. I burst into tears in a mix of sickness, hormones, hunger and fatigue. After a couple of hours, I finally got up the gumption to get up and go to the store and to pick up some other food for immediate consumption. Not my best day.
Today seems to be looking up a bit. There was breakfast out, a long steamy bath and something close to a full night’s sleep.
OK. Can’t muster much more than this. Head is swimmy.
