Yesterday was a bad day. A good day for him, a bad day for me. I was ready to call it by 5pm, but I had work to do. When I finally did go to bed, I was up every hour running to the bathroom until about 6am. Today isn’t shaping up to be much better. I got a couple of hours of sleep before I got up to make the Manchild a snack and make sure he took his morning pills. I made coffee, filled my mug, then wandered upstairs to watch a little Homeland. After five minutes, my back was aching so badly I had to go completely horizontal. And then I fell asleep. I don’t know why sleeping in makes me feel like such a worthless bum. I needed the sleep but I felt guilty that I allowed myself to sleep. Stupid brain.
Speaking of stupid brain, it’s not attached to my spinal cord today. I have very little control over my arms and legs. I tossed my new phone down the stairs by accident and have already broken a bowl. Even breathing is something I have to consciously make myself do. It takes too much effort.
I have a shit ton of laundry to do today. Not for me, of course. I need a break. Wanted: clones.