Literally. My lower guts are twisting up inside of me and my stomach thinks it's hungry. When I eat it makes everything worse. I don't know WHAT is going on, except nausea and cramps. And achey. Tired. Shit.
Okay to take up the litany again, I'm so happy cuz today
- I'm sick inside a warm dry room
- the toilet bowl is clean
- I did the laundry yesterday when I was still mobile
- I'm one step closer to annihilating my ego (one can hope) (the whole work scenario is really helping me examine how I hang on to shit and how I define myself)
Here is what I did today, in between wiping my ass and sleeping and deep breathing exercises:
I am so frikkin' hungry. And my guts are in so much frikkin' disquietude. What to do, what to do. Drink some broth, I guess.
1 comment:
I'm so sorry to hear that you're not feeling well. Hope you feel better soooooon.
Must go make some more christmas presents...
Take care.
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