I've had some really good days lately. The good days can be coy and cunning in that they can trick you into thinking you are cured. Today is a bad day. I am struggling deeply. My mind feels overly busy and discombobulated. I walked into work and immediately shut the door to my office. I didn't want anyone to know something is wrong. I have a handful of deliveries to make and then I am headed home again.
My addictive personality wants me to ask my father for some Benadryl, but I have already proved to myself that taking them was addictive to me. I can't just take six and will take twelve so as to go to sleep until I awake feeling better. Entirely too much to take.
This will pass with some rest. It always does -- at least I pray and hope so. Nine times out of ten I will wake up at lunch tomorrow feeling renewed and refreshed. Let's get it to where I can just lie down. Five deliveries await.