For reasons unbeknownst to myself, I've felt like hammered dogshit since Friday. Was it because I did too much? Maybe. Not ruling that out. That's why I wait and do everything on one day. But I felt hot. And it WAS hot. And my stomach was unhappy.
Went to bed early and woke up at midnight feeling like I was going to throw up. But the fun didn't stop until after three. Stomach crampy and felt like wire hangers in there. Sharp and awful.
Woke up Saturday and couldn't muster enough energy to do much. Went to bed early again.
I HATE to waste days, and that's what it felt like this was.
Realized as I took my nocturnal meds Saturday night that I forgot to take them Friday night. 😑
Seriously.
Woke up this morning still hot. Stomach still feels like there are wires in there.
And I'm completely unamused.
Started my erotic romance and wrote a bit over 3000 words. But my body is not up for any of it. Was going to cook dinner last night.
Yeah...no.
Trying to pull something together because this next week, I'm booked Tuesday-Friday. You'll find me in a puddle Saturday.
I don't like to be inert. I find it annoying and inconvenient.
But here I am.
Inert. 🖕
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