12,611 Days Alive
Today is one of those days where I just feel off-step.
I overslept today, and ended up accidentally forgetting to take my morning medication in my rush to get out the door. I know that I stayed up too late last night, but I never thought I’d sleep through two alarms. I don’t even remember getting up to turn them off. Maybe I need to start staying up when I get up at 6:20 to feed the cats. Maybe some breakfast while I have the time?
Anxiety is kicking up again, pretty badly, along with my pain levels. But I notice the correlation between fibro-flareups and an uptick in my anxiety. Because I’m so low energy, I worry that I’m getting on people’s nerves because I want to do things but can’t. Despite being exhausted, I didn’t get to bed until after midnight last night. Part of that was just being in pain. My stupid back kept throwing a fit while I was trying to do yoga. Stupid spasms.
It’s hard not to be anxious. Bloody Trump started WWIII, Australia is burning, and I keep having nightmares where I am horribly mangled. I keep dreaming I lose my right leg or right arm. It’s crazy and disturbing.
Anyway. I’m going to go relax and read. I think I ate too much at dinner to try and do yoga tonight.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 