Also, I Feel A Migraine Coming On

Last night, I dreamed I was a psychotherapist. The work became too intense; all of my clients had horrifically traumatic lives full of abuse. It overwhelmed me. I became depressed and unable to function. I woke up crying and checking my wrists for scars. I know what the dream meant, so at least there is that.

I am hoping this virus will be mostly out of me tomorrow. It seems to be weakening. I feel better. Well enough to cook meals, sweep floors, do laundry, even exercise. Painkillers, bronchodilators, expectorants, and anti-inflammatories have been helping immensely. When I spoke to Adam, he told me that he was having similar symptoms, but his strong immune system was fighting his virus diligently. He'll be in Arizona for another week and a half, and hopefully he will feel better sooner than later.

This wouldn't bother me so much if it weren't for the productive wet cough and the rattling in my chest. I'm used to the muscle aches, the weakness, the fatigue, the pains and the soreness. I can handle those. I haven't had an asthma attack in almost a year and luckily haven't had one this week, but I'm keeping the medications close on hand. I hate respiratory viruses so very much.

Also, I Feel A Migraine Coming On

Last night, I dreamed I was a psychotherapist. The work became too intense; all of my clients had horrifically traumatic lives full of abuse. It overwhelmed me. I became depressed and unable to function. I woke up crying and checking my wrists for scars. I know what the dream meant, so at least there is that.

I am hoping this virus will be mostly out of me tomorrow. It seems to be weakening. I feel better. Well enough to cook meals, sweep floors, do laundry, even exercise. Painkillers, bronchodilators, expectorants, and anti-inflammatories have been helping immensely. When I spoke to Adam, he told me that he was having similar symptoms, but his strong immune system was fighting his virus diligently. He'll be in Arizona for another week and a half, and hopefully he will feel better sooner than later.

This wouldn't bother me so much if it weren't for the productive wet cough and the rattling in my chest. I'm used to the muscle aches, the weakness, the fatigue, the pains and the soreness. I can handle those. I haven't had an asthma attack in almost a year and luckily haven't had one this week, but I'm keeping the medications close on hand. I hate respiratory viruses so very much.

Also, I Feel A Migraine Coming On

Last night, I dreamed I was a psychotherapist. The work became too intense; all of my clients had horrifically traumatic lives full of abuse. It overwhelmed me. I became depressed and unable to function. I woke up crying and checking my wrists for scars. I know what the dream meant, so at least there is that.

I am hoping this virus will be mostly out of me tomorrow. It seems to be weakening. I feel better. Well enough to cook meals, sweep floors, do laundry, even exercise. Painkillers, bronchodilators, expectorants, and anti-inflammatories have been helping immensely. When I spoke to Adam, he told me that he was having similar symptoms, but his strong immune system was fighting his virus diligently. He'll be in Arizona for another week and a half, and hopefully he will feel better sooner than later.

This wouldn't bother me so much if it weren't for the productive wet cough and the rattling in my chest. I'm used to the muscle aches, the weakness, the fatigue, the pains and the soreness. I can handle those. I haven't had an asthma attack in almost a year and luckily haven't had one this week, but I'm keeping the medications close on hand. I hate respiratory viruses so very much.

Also, I Feel A Migraine Coming On

Last night, I dreamed I was a psychotherapist. The work became too intense; all of my clients had horrifically traumatic lives full of abuse. It overwhelmed me. I became depressed and unable to function. I woke up crying and checking my wrists for scars. I know what the dream meant, so at least there is that.

I am hoping this virus will be mostly out of me tomorrow. It seems to be weakening. I feel better. Well enough to cook meals, sweep floors, do laundry, even exercise. Painkillers, bronchodilators, expectorants, and anti-inflammatories have been helping immensely. When I spoke to Adam, he told me that he was having similar symptoms, but his strong immune system was fighting his virus diligently. He'll be in Arizona for another week and a half, and hopefully he will feel better sooner than later.

This wouldn't bother me so much if it weren't for the productive wet cough and the rattling in my chest. I'm used to the muscle aches, the weakness, the fatigue, the pains and the soreness. I can handle those. I haven't had an asthma attack in almost a year and luckily haven't had one this week, but I'm keeping the medications close on hand. I hate respiratory viruses so very much.