Yesterday was worse. It was hard to get out of bed. I dreamed over and over again, in the night, that I woke to have blood in my underwear. Really red blood. Each time, I went to the bathroom and checked. Each and every time.
By the time the alarm went off, I was in no shape to go anywhere. So, I crept into my home office and plugged into work for the day.
By mid afternoon, I was in tears for one reason or another. Eventually, when the Hub was finished with his softball game, he called to find out what he should do for dinner. More tears resulted in a stressed out Hub bringing home an enormous bag of Taco Bell - hoping that SOMETHING would be the right thing.
Somehow, there was magic in those tacos. Or, in the security of having the Hub home.
Today, I'm exhausted and feeling scabbed over.
It has been nearly three months since I last took some steps backwards. I'd say I was due.
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