Dec 23
I am awake. With a tiny slither of energy. So. Better than previous days. This bodes slightly fortuitous for a day in which I have to get some shit together and travel south. Hopefully the car holds up. Otherwise that's going to be a painful super energy burning ride. I don't quite have the energy to move around like a normal person and get myself ready however. I have enough energy to sit up, not be crashed out asleep, and nurse a cup of tea. My first tea in... weeks. We shall see how the old dysautonomia CFS nausea monster feels about a tea. I am going to let myself very very slowly come up to temperature. And hopefully. As the hours roll by I will get a little more stability to get up, potter around, pack a bag, and pour myself into a car. From high reflection. It is interesting. And awful. How life changes when you can no longer take ordinary shit for granted. Like. Packing a bag. Part of me is absolutely disgusted by it all. The shrink would call this my brutal inner cr...