Well, things are better. Sort of.
While the horrid stomach cramps have stopped, and the horrendous acid reflux from all the throwing up has also stopped, and the explosive diarrhea has stopped… I am now constipated. Great.
Despite being bone tired from not being able to sleep for the last three nights, I’m at work today. Note quite sure how productive I’ll be, but there you go. I’m making an effort.
As a little update to my baby steps; the BF and I bought a filing cabinet, but never got around to filing. Something else came up (I think it was because he wanted to go visit a friend who lives near the store that we bought the filing cabinet at), and then we had dinner plans. Oh well. I don’t know how this makes me feel. I’ve sort of given up on the BF in this area and I’m just going to do it myself.
There is a pub night right near my office tonight organized through the department that BF works with. It’s a useful networking thing and usually I go, but tonight I have my appointment with my esthetician (obligatory de-fuzzing), and I just don’t feel like going there, then going back to where I work to meet with a bunch of people I don’t really know. Think of it as if you work in The City, but have an appointment in Chiswisk, and then you have to go BACK to The City for a networking thing… when you live near Chiswick. Urgh. So I’ll go to my appointment, then home to make soup with the chicken stock I made yesterday. The BF will make pouty faces but I’m just too tired to care right now.
I’m wearing a very smart skirt/suit thing today and it feels really weird. Is it od
