On Tuesday night I dozed too much and thought I had taken my late evening meds when I hadn't. First time I have stuffed up my meds in many months.
I have spent the two days since feeling very uncomfortable.
It is like my face in the wrong size. Too small for what is behind it.
And the tip of my nose feels like it is somehow in the wrong place in a visceral and itchily disconcerting way.
At least it is less bad today than it was yesterday.
It was still enough to make today zoom-based trauma informed yoga class very uncomfortable to do.
Chronic illness life fails to be glamorous.
In happier news I am up to the 14th of the Dresden Files in my reread of the novels. I am not enjoying them this time.
I also caught up with an old friend back in town after years living in Melbourne in the weekend. Mother of my eldest godchild. Was good to see her and how much happier she is now as a later life lesbian than she was with the shitty men she had to deal with before. No good comes from liking men.
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