(evening writing)

I was home about 24 hours before my digestive system went on strike. Tuesday evening i felt terrible, i didn't sleep well, and today i slowly coax my digestive system back into work again. My mouth tasted strange all night, water tasted weird, and i thought my tongue looked strange in the morning. (Christine didn't think it was) I don't usually spin up in as much anxiety as i did last night. Spent the night in the darkest doom cloud about work. I got a telehealth appointment just so someone could say that i didn't need to go to the emergency room because i was bleeding out. Easily fell into the most negative thoughts. Christine had my sister come over for a little cheer. Dozed much of afternoon. Doing better now.

I had a huge work thing on my plate for last Friday. I will try to sleep well and accept the now: the time i have, the knowledge i have, the options i have and accept i am good enough to move us one step forward. I don't need to solve the future. Just one step.