Well, I am heading into the office to work a full day there for the first time in weeks. I feel better, but am not 100% yet, either. The final tests finally came back, and nothing. They are sending me to a specialist next. I think I need to eat some probiotics, and I definitely dehydrate overnight. I also have to figure out all the things I am behind on, and get my shit together on that score. I was supposed to meet Dad for Cemetery Day this weekend but had to cancel out because I don’t want to relapse and the surest way to do that is to overdo things. This kind of stuff always happens around trips.
Tomorrow is my usual remote day, and I think this weekend I am going to mostly focus on getting rest, while trying to get some things done with no pressure on myself. I really crashed and burned hard, physically and mentally, and I am still trying to dig out from under the ashes. I overtaxed myself and didn’t listen to my body, which is always a mistake–and I just can’t do that at my age anymore. I’m going to try to start taking walks and exploring the neighborhood more. There are all kinds of new places to eat on St. Charles, and why not give them a try? I noticed a new pho place the other day–and I’ve been wanting pho lately. I’ve actually been craving all kinds of food lately, and I think I am going to put more effort into cooking rather than just lazily throwing something together. I mean, I love guacamole on sandwiches; is there anything better than a grilled cheese, guac, green tomato and bacon sandwich? I think not.
It’s more about energy and being tired–I am still so fucking tired it’s unreal–but the last of the tests came back, nothing, and so they are sending me to a specialist whose first available appointment is September 9th.
Ah, health care.
Have a great one!
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