Okay, I have to take back what I said yesterday. Today is Day 3, not yesterday. Back to Preschool. Can't count to 3.
Still no noticable difference. Just frustration. And CRAP! I'm thinking about food that contains wheat ALL THE TIME!
Even when I eat the gluten free alternatives.
this could be important. But at the moment I am just so frustrated with the pain and tired from the sleeplessness (because I'm in pain) that I'm just trying to get through each day. I'm sick of that mode of living. Really sick of it. I want to be pleased that it is not dark so long. I want to be pleased that Brigid is coming and my anniversary. (Same day)
I want to be thrilled by the little things that used to thrill me.
I still see the things that used to thrill me, just no access to the joy.
Oh, yes, there are moments when my brain says, *this is one of those moments*. Like when both my dogs had hold of the same stick this afternoon. Cuute! But it doesn't make it to my heart.
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