Graveyard Dirt: Two Worlds and In-between

Almost Crying

I could seriously, seriously deal with the burping (somehow, I guess). The lack of sleep? Much harder to deal with. (I recently lost a day and took another 12 hour nap, but it didn't seem to do much at all.)

The final straw that always breaks my back and knocks down the last of my defenses is LACK OF SLEEP/EXHAUSTION, and I'm inching closer and closer to that point and I don't know what to do. (I don't even have the energy to feed my husband on a daily basis; you can't even imagine how useless I feel. Seriously.)

Those tests can't come soon enough. (Which is almost cringe worthy because I know the closer I get to the date the more anxious and rattled I'll be.) Yesterday, during a dawn walk, I remembered what it felt like when I was able to exercise - real, proper, out-of-breath, heart threatening to barrel out of my chest exercise, and I wanted to cry.

(I COULDN'T, THOUGH, WITH ALL OF THE FRESH SCOTTISH MORNING AIR I WAS BREATHING IN. <- SO MUCH BETTER THAN STALE "BOREDOM HOUSE AIR".)

Actually, I wanted to exercise, but I settled for almost crying.