Last week was bad. I was ill and uncomfortable. I had a fever. I was bloated (still bloated).
I could concentrate on nothing, and I had tons of work to do. I tried to struggle through it, but all of my work is thinking work. When my brain does not work, nothing of value is created.
On Saturday, I had an odd second date with the new guy BFD. It was a great date if I am his girlfriend. It was an odd date if I am a woman he is dating. I am evaluating who he is and whether he is boyfriend material. I am unsure at this point. Everything with him is so comfortable that it’s easy to forget I don’t know him well. It’s like I know how his brain works, but not how he takes his coffee. I am still figuring out what I want and where I am willing to compromise.
Yesterday was stressed and tense within my own head. PMS is fully here. My weight was up two pounds from the sushi I had with the new guy.
This morning, I feel better. The fever is mostly gone. I am on day 3 of my medicine and it feels like the underlying condition is mostly gone.
I spent 15 minutes chatting with a very sleepy BP. He is still exhausted. He’s been ailing for so long and pushing himself so hard. Though it is 9:30 am, he hung up to go back to sleep. He did sound a bit better. He took the last few days off — which was easy since I was not working — and he sounds almost like himself again. Almost. I should see him this week. He’s back in the state, though still not in town.