I’ve been down here for hours and not heard a thing. Did it die? Oh, God. Did it die in the couch?
The whole thing is making me ill.
I took something for my nightmares, and had them, just the same. Pretty sure I shouted something down here.
I’m under a lot of stress. There’s so much going on. Surgery. My car. The house. Work. Other stuff. Sometimes I forget.
But there’s only so much one person can take on.
I’m trying not to think about how itchy I am under the bandage because I can’t scratch it. It’s been agony.
I am itchy, anyway. My skin is sensitive, and gets dry in winter.
I will probably go back to sleep.
I don’t know if I’ll go in on Monday. I have the follow up at 11:00.
Probably not. I’ll still have the bandage on.
I’m going to read some more Atomic Habits and go back to sleep. Goodnight, my readers.