Back to sleeping.
Back to crying.
Back to questioning everything.
I ate a high carb chunk of biscotti.
A pure “evil” comfort food.
And gained 3 pounds.
Even though the experts say
It can’t happen like that.
And it did.
I’m sure it’s water weight.
People say carbs are necessary.
I’ve lost faith in nursing and medicine.
So much intentional misleading
My vacation is in 90 days.
And the government is still shut down.
Will the Grand Canyon still be there?
Or will it just be a handy landfill?
I should probably stop blogging for a while
and deal with my anger phase.
Which is much easier to be around
than the consolable crying phase.
I’ve completely stopped Facebook
For now -
And devote myself to ...
Well... not much!
Maybe it’s a slump.
The Facebook challenge.
Put a picture of yourself when you first
Started on FB. On now.
To see how you’ve aged.
This was at the Baby’s Funeral.
Which instantly aged me 10 years.