Get Off the Freaking Couch

I haven't been off the couch, with the exception to go to bed, sometimes eat and to pee. Oh I did do the laundry. I haven't combed my hair, I haven't brushed my teeth, I haven't changed my clothes. That is how desperate the situation had become. Not a pretty, but probably fragrant, sight.

Dealing with some things with life, plus Saturday, I started feeling ill. By Saturday night, I was throwing up. I know - you don't want to know - but, it was what I was doing. Ted is positive it's psychosomatic. That I made myself sick. He may be right, I don't know.

I felt better yesterday. But was just worn. Worn out. Worn to a frazzle. Exhausted.

My body hurts. I'm avoiding Tylenol and Ibuprofen. My doctor thinks they are messing with me. When you have a hurting body and you're used to popping an 800mg Ibuprofen whenever you need and then you can't - your body feels it. It's going to be a long three weeks.

It's time to get up. It's time to move. We'll see how it all works out.

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