07/22/2026
In an effort to be honest and share everything with y'all...
The last 2½–3 days have not been easy. The side effects haven't hit as hard as previous rounds, but they've definitely hit.
After the market on Saturday, I just wasn't feeling well. I ended up skipping church because I wasn't feeling great, but I did get to watch the World Cup Final with my family.
Monday and Tuesday were filled with constant trips to the bathroom, nausea, weakness, and just not wanting to do much of anything.
Forcing myself to do something has been really hard.
Monday's "something" was folding all the clean laundry—from the couch while watching TV.
Tuesday's "something" was laying on the couch and keeping my nephew safe while we watched TV together.
Last night's "something" was having a breakdown. My mom sat with me, gave me a Xanax, and let me cry. Then my dad sat with me some more while I cried. I think I was feeling sorry for myself because I'm sick and can't do the things I used to do.
Then I only managed about four hours of broken sleep, so today I'm moving even slower than I was the last two days.
I know this too shall pass. I know there will be better days. But if I'm being honest, right now... this just sucks.
Happy Wednesday, everyone. ❤️