I’m okay. Sort of. Or not. Only a few more days, and things will be back to normal.  Until then, I’m just staying curled in my little ball. Get up, go to work, eat, come home and sleep as much as I can. I just want the days to fly by.  If that means spending as much of it as possible asleep, well, hell, I’m certainly going to give it a go.

Today was a stressful day at work.  Or just a few hours in the afternoon, actually.  I forgot to take pauses.  I forgot to step back and breathe.  And my chest ache came back.

I’m PMSing, too.  That doesn’t help.  I want to cry.  And we’re out of Magic Butter (aka Biscoff Spread).  I didn’t eat that much during the day, so I had a huge pile of pasta when I got home. I’ve taken my meds.

I feel like I’m just barely keeping myself tethered…grounded.  I wish it wasn’t so. But it is.