I started it (blogging about it), so I should finish it.
Started feeling better Friday. Pain continues in waves, but more manageable. At least, I’ve been sleeping, and I’ve been getting around.
I presume I will work (from home) tomorrow, though eight hours of sitting at a laptop might be a challenge.
I hate to be a Debbie Downer…no, really, I hate to…I know you don’t believe me…anyway, I’m just conveying my thoughts…
I’m feeling it’s been a lost week in the context of a much vaster lost period that I’ve alluded to recently.
There is no such thing as no-censhorship mode. If I really unloaded in here, you might feel the need to worry about me endlessly, and then you’d have to distance yourself from me, which you probably already have.
I’m not trying to be cryptic there. If you’re reading this, what I said probably applies to you. I’m one of those toxic people, and I know it.
I’m struggling not to launch into a full-throttle venting of the thoughts that are suffocating my mind. I’m not going to do that.
I’ve just spent 20 minutes starting at the screen and trying to reach into my mind for some thoughts that are digestible. There aren’t.
Sometimes, like right now, I despise this blog.
I’ll go to my other blog now, the one with the songs, the one that probably seems like a sad joke to everyone but that I take very seriously. A couple of people humor me by participating. I do appreciate that, by the way; keep humoring me.
One thought on “Shingles wrap-up and back to the main highway to nowhere”
True friends will not distance themselves from you just because you’re having a hard time. They might give you space if they think that’s what you want, though. It’s hard to say “I need my friends now,” but they will try to help if they know you need help.