I didn’t sleep much of the night.
I just laid in bed and tried to rest.
I cooked dinner and went into
The living room with the grown ups
To announce to the Big People
that dinner was ready.
And I got scolded for talking.
Me- I avoid conflict by walking away.
I went to bed at 730.
But the coughing housemate
Did his thing from 1 am - onwards.
Days like this I hate communal living.
I got up to water the plants.
See- you have to water every day.
Not just when you feel like it.
Odd thing.
On the way to work,
my heart started to race.
I dread working anymore.
Yesterday it was fine.
Good one and two minute recovery.
I understand that suffering comes
From my expectations.
I went back to my old ways.
For a little bit.
About caring what people
Say, Think, and Do.
How I feel today.
Poor Babs!
I feel ya, Babe!
I’m still down 5 pounds.
That’s amazing.
Still not eating solid food.
Scratchy throat from the
Upper G.I.
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