It's dark.
I haven't had this much trouble finding the light in a very long time. Most of the weekend was spent in bed, curled up in a ball. So unimaginative. Damon got me out of bed around noon with coffee and bagels. By 1:30 I was back in my nest. I arose again for a couple hours in the evening, all the while
wondering how soon I could return to my safe place.
I am tearful about ridiculous things, almost feeling peri menopausal in the lack of control I have over my tear ducts. And the heaviness is the worst part. It's like there is too much gravity and even the act of getting out of bed requires a huge amount of will.
Must I wait til spring for relief? Will Doc have a suggestion tomorrow? This is beyond tiresome. It is drudgery. It can not continue.
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