Today was a day when everything seemed to turn at least one somersault, including my mind. In fact, I just took off the headset and turned one myself, to complete the set.
Extreme stress makes me a little whimsical…
Food & housing
I woke up this morning in a motel that was as creepy as it was the night before, when the desk clerk had looked up and down at sweet, white, worried me, and said in her most reassuring tones, "I'll give you the room on the second floor, on the corner, right where I can see you."
On the one hand, I was glad there was someone to look out for me. On the other, it was horrifying that it was so baldly necessary. A bit like my relationship lately.
Today was the last day of intestinal meltdown before heading into real wasting syndrome: relentless nausea, episodes of dizziness, and nearly volcanic indigestion. The next step is relentless diarrhea. I've had wasting syndrome once this year already, and that was enough.
Time to put more money into staving off physical self-destruction: I called a good hotel with monthly rates, and made a 30 day reservation.
The indigestion is considerably better, and at least I can eat past the nausea. Success! I WILL save this system!
I finally had a good, real conversation with boyfriend J this evening. For all our mutual problems, there's a lot of love there. This separation is agony for both of us.
I finally got to say what I have been tripping over all day: nothing feels right. I usually have a strong sense of flow, of what should happen next and how to get there. But it's as if I got washed up on the riverbank weeks ago, and however hard I try, I can't catch up with the current. I'm more lost than I have ever been.
Being away from my sweetie, and pouring so much money I really need elsewhere into the painful boondoggle of a separate life, is lonely and brutal.
So I have some thinking to do...
Extreme stress makes me a little whimsical…
Food & housing
I woke up this morning in a motel that was as creepy as it was the night before, when the desk clerk had looked up and down at sweet, white, worried me, and said in her most reassuring tones, "I'll give you the room on the second floor, on the corner, right where I can see you."
On the one hand, I was glad there was someone to look out for me. On the other, it was horrifying that it was so baldly necessary. A bit like my relationship lately.
Today was the last day of intestinal meltdown before heading into real wasting syndrome: relentless nausea, episodes of dizziness, and nearly volcanic indigestion. The next step is relentless diarrhea. I've had wasting syndrome once this year already, and that was enough.
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The indigestion is considerably better, and at least I can eat past the nausea. Success! I WILL save this system!
I finally had a good, real conversation with boyfriend J this evening. For all our mutual problems, there's a lot of love there. This separation is agony for both of us.
I finally got to say what I have been tripping over all day: nothing feels right. I usually have a strong sense of flow, of what should happen next and how to get there. But it's as if I got washed up on the riverbank weeks ago, and however hard I try, I can't catch up with the current. I'm more lost than I have ever been.
Being away from my sweetie, and pouring so much money I really need elsewhere into the painful boondoggle of a separate life, is lonely and brutal.
So I have some thinking to do...
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