Whatever is wrong with me. I feel like an emotional wreck. I want to eat strange things. I get ravenously hungry and then at other times the thought of food makes me sick. My smell of my morning tea makes me want to vomit. I cannot sleep the whole night through. My bladder has lost its ability to hold anything for long. I am not pregnant if that is what you are thinking. I am not iron deficient. I just feel wrong. The only thing I want to do is sleep. I am mean to hubby and then fall into his arms in tears. Why am I mean? I don’t know. Why do I cry? I don’t know. Sounds like some weird hormonal imbalance.
People are running around the office busy with something or the other, trying to negotiate something or the other. I do not even have the energy to ask what is going on. Someone popped by to ask for registration info so I must be minorly involved in what is going on, currently I am not interested. I just want to go to bed. I hope Hubby is not working late.
The really sad thing is that it is still the beginning of the day and I am bored. There is no work for me right now. I am tired of making my own work. The long weekend was just that. Long. I slept heaps and now I don’t even want to eat. All my food taste bad. First I thought it was my cooking, so I suggested we buy dinner for Sunday. Everyone eats KFC. Surely it would tempt me to eat. It was disgusting. I then realised the bitter taste I keep getting is me, not the food. Sin of sins, even chocolate tastes bad. This is really disappointing. I don’t want the doctor. He is going to prescribe a bunch of pills for things I did not even know was wrong with me. It is always like that if I go to the doc. I go with one small complaint and come out with three other things wrong with me I need pills for.
Action #1: Stop being mean to Hubby.
Action #2: Do not give into the urge to eat anything strange.
Action #3: Go to sleep asap