I feel out of it, just out of it. The pain has been unbearable at times but other times I manage it, push through. I have to say that right now is a terrible time to try and write a journal entry because all I want to do is put my body on the bed and sleep. Thinking is a chore.
I’ve got a chai in the crockpot, it’ll turn off on it’s own. I’m going to bed.