I've been listening to sad music all weekend, because why cry just a few times a day when you can cry ALL DAY LONG? Right?
The kids are in the other room playing Monopoly, which is nice except that they're starting to fight a little bit. (Apparently they read my mind, because Sophie just ran back here to my bedroom, gave me a kiss, and said, We're playing a nice, friendly game of Monopoly! I said, It doesn't sound very friendly. And she said, Don't worry, we're just fighting over the money part. And the property. Then she ran off.)
My ankle has been hurting for a few days, and so tonight I thought to look at it and OMG it's all swollen up and stuff. The hell?
Today for the first time in about two and a half weeks I wasn't in awful pain from my stupid stomach, so that's really good. I still feel queasy, but nothing like I did for so long.
I'm really depressed.
I'm going to bed.
I desperately wish tomorrow wasn't Monday already.
Sending you hugs. Sometimes the view from the bottom of the trough is a dark one. I'm so sorry.
Hi there Jen,
I haven't commented in ages and ages, but I still tune in once in a while to see how you are doing. So sorry to hear you aren't feeling well, but you have such a sweet spirit and I feel certain that you'll figure this thing out and whatever is ailing you will let you go, so you can get on with this beautiful life of yours. Sending you love and the best possible vibes....
Hi Marian! I still tune in to see how you are, too. Thanks for the well-wishes. It's so good to hear from you :) xoxo