Went for my walk again early this morning. Maggie tagged along and seems to enjoy this much more than I. The sun was just coming up as I turned into my driveway. It was a beautiful sky full of rose colored clouds. I said a little prayer thanking whoever may have been the grand designer of such things.
I drank two diet cokes for breakfast and it was two too much; too much caffeine and I felt that scourge of anxiety attacks welling up. I called mom and asked her to bring me some more cokes for the afternoon when she went to her hair appointment at 2 PM.
"Just how many cokes are you drinking?" she asked admonishing me. "You are going to run out."
I hung up the phone not willing to be berated about my caffeine habit. Mom didn't call back. She must of woke up on the wrong side of the bed. I fully expect her to come by this afternoon as if nothing ever happened.
When I feel ill like today, much time is spent gravitating from my computer to the bed. I call it quiet time. I will lay down and shut the world out as my overactive mind calms down and goes to sleep. I listen to the world going on around me feeling glad I can afford to have these times of respite. If I were to lose my disability, I don't know what I would do. I could never work with these things plaguing me.