I’m apparently cramping to the point where my stomach is in a furious quease, so hat’s sort taking the largest swathe of my attention. I’m not a fan of feeling puny, and my stomach throwing fits reminds me of when I used to be especially puny pre-baby. I likely have endometriosis, you see, though I didn’t succeed in getting a confirmed diagnosis due to getting pregnant so easily. At least getting pregnant and having a child was a bit of a reset button; I could exist without being in a perpetual state of nausea. So yes, returns to states of nausea tend to be unkindly to my brain space.
Having said that, I’m mainly holding on, so that’s good. Here’s hoping that tomorrow isn’t quite so ill-feeling, though. 🙂