Too busy being eaten by despair.
I haven’t been to work in two days.
I’ve spent most of my time in bed.
I’ve eaten two unhealthy meals, all told.
I kind of hope I drop dead but that would be too easy.
Tomorrow is work or else. I don’t know.
I don’t know.
ETA: Feeling better. “Rascals” is so incredibly stupid that all else pales when watching it.
Oh, honey, sympathies.
Two meals are better than none. I hope things are better by the time you read this. But if they aren’t, maybe call the bartender/candyman?
Pulling for you.
Swallow pride (if that’s in the way) and ask for help. There are people who help – like your bartender – but they can’t help if they don’t know you need it, and you won’t ask – they aren’t allowed to just go in and do whatever is needed, unless it gets really bad. HR people. Doctor people. Friends in Real Life. Your boss. Many will cut you more slack if you tell them what’s going on than if you leave them hanging. Some can actually help.
Get calories – and extra rest – in somehow. And a shower. Some stretching. Stupid little things that help, each a little. Watch an old movie that makes you feel better. Do you do yoga? Make some bento? Take a photograph. Get a walk in? Make bread dough and pound the heck out of it.
You already posted – that is so good. Keep it up. Sorry I can’t offer anything more, but you have my sympathy as well. What you have to do is really tough, and I admire you for even trying to cope with it all. You’ll get there: you always have before.
Asking for help is an important bit. I keep forgetting it. Thanks for the reminder.
*hugs*
*hugs* They are better.