Tuesday seemed to be going fine. Writing group was cancelled because they were taking anniversary day as Easter Tuesday. So the first thing I really did with the day was brainpoking.
We talked Shitlord, I had put it off as long as possible.
Trying to explain why I had thought staying with him when he was only very occasionally nice to me was not fun. And left me feeling pretty drained.
Then in the afternoon I caught up with my god-daughter to get her her birthday present and went to her school sport game - some kiddified version of football.
Wednesday I spent in my house in my PJs feeling destroyed.
Ditto Thursday, except I had to shower in the evening so I could go have dinner with my dad.
And then on Friday I was supposed to be going to a funeral but I woke up in the morning to get ready and found I couldn't stand without support. I spent most of the day on my lounge floor as even sitting up caused some nausea. Yay for being me. So I didn't roadtrip to southland. I did nothing instead.
Today didn't involve much more - though my family visited with a few bits of groceries and I managed enough uprightness to heat and eat dinner.
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