Misery After Busy

Yesterday I was destined to have a crash.

I got up, did Shiljit in my coffee, water, supplements, yadayadayada.

Got rolls baking. When done, set oven higher for my loaf bread. Got that baking and when it came out, oh darn I am HUNGRY!!! Took myself away to ignore it long enough for it to cool down alot.

Then outside, look at garden, pick a cucumber then back inside, wash it, dry, bag of others in fridge joined. Walking around the yard with one of my kids, looking at weed tree things, comparing. Outside more and more, just walking and looking. Hot!!Hot!!Hot!!

Steaks for lunch/dinner this day. It was my thing to deal with because, I’m the main cook and I understand HOW TO COOK ON THE GRILL and my hubby just doesn’t understand anything but turn on flame, meat above, burn it a little, done.

So 5 bone-in ribeye steaks, heavy load. Hot!!Hot!!Hot!!

I felt it keenly when I stacked them up on a platter and brought them into the kitchen. “Hefty, hefty, hefty,” the platter sang; “Wimpy, wimpy wimpy,” my body sang back.

I didn’t eat much, and got a Fiji bottle, crashed with my throw on the couch in my office, re-watching ‘The Blacklist’. I didn’t move for three and a half episodes. (Not fully conscience for all either.)

I felt like I just awakened from the dead. Holy, yes. Yes Sir, Yes ma’am. I’m alive and feeling like it’s just not right to be so.

Well I drank the rest of my Fiji bottle, that helped, and sat up reading some things for awhile, then back to sleep.

So this morning I’m up at 5:15am feeling much better, but don’t have much to give to anything else much today.

This is my long time known misery after too much. Achy and miserable and shit just leave me ALONE. Where’s the Advil!!!!

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So NOT doing stuff is my best ability at NOT feeling like death warmed over.