Another night of interrupted sleep. I felt like I couldn’t get comfortable after getting up to use the bathroom. I’ve been really gassy, and that discomfort may be keeping me up or waking me. I’m trying to deal with it. It didn’t stop me from going on my walk though.
I made myself some decaf coffee this morning and had a little cry. The smell of that coffee reminded me of Ambrose, because it was his coffee. He was the one drinking it. Decaf was for his blood pressure. He would have consumed caffeine if he could have, but whenever he was accidentally given caffeine from a coffee shop, he could feel it in his pounding heart and head.
I got a good amount done at work. Things are going to be busy for me coming up, and I think I’ll be able to handle it. I’ll have to reduce demands on myself outside of work, but there’s not much I have to do outside of work at the moment.
I walked another fast mile in the evening. I’ve got some chafing rashes on my legs that are bugging the heck out of me, but the little gash from the dog bite looks fine. No redness, swelling, or pus.
I’m feeling detached today, for the most part. I changed over the sheets on my bed. Laundered them. I’m getting things done. That’s all I can ask of myself right now.
Just keep swimming.