Ugh. Apparently the stress of the last few months finally caught up with me via some really scary and awful feeling interesting heart episodes.
I've been taking it easy the last week and am slowly starting to feel better. But anything heart-funky is just not cool to go through and I can't help feeling more vulnerable than I'd like. Each normal day moves me a little further away from that feeling of 'waiting for the other shoe to drop.' I usually depend on my body to be sturdy, available and down for whatever. Feeling overly sensitive about what I can lift, how hard I should work out, should I work out? It's a drag. But, touch wood, I seem to have evened-out on my own.
Why am I typing this? I started with a reason. It's gone now. I've noticed I'm more forgetful than usual. Also great. Probably due to my messed up sleep. When the dog stares off into space & nothing is going through her head, we call her mollusk. Guess I'm the mollusk now. Some sort of karma there.
Think I'll just leave this post for now, and maybe later I'll remember what I came here for.