I made it through yesterday. Almost everything I ate made me sick to my stomach, which makes the connection between emotion and my stomach issues clear. I read. I listened to audio books. I curled up on the sofa and watched movies.
I did have to go food shopping for my mother. I’m having an upsurge of fibro symptoms so I’m in a lot of pain, and I was riding on the cart. A family was shopping, the kids in one of those carts that look like a car, and the parents were blocking the aisle.
One of the kids (maybe three years old) said “Dad, there’s an old lady behind you.”
Aaaargh. I leapt off the cart, grabbed the kid by the lapels and snarled “You talkin’ to me, kid?”
Uh, no. I slunk away, going “beep beep beep” on my electric cart, thinking dire thoughts about the passage of time.
The only problem with time is that it only seems to go in one direction. I think I need another day of self-indulgence.