I did not have much left to give at 9 PM today.
My feet hurt, my head was fogged, and I was ready to pass out for three straight days.
Unfortunately, there are people in my life who have the ability to veto that decision. And veto it they did.
It’s surprising how much work a single painkiller can do. Of course, only a part of this is the painkiller. So much of it is psychological/neurological.
It’s like you threw water on a fried circuit, and suddenly it sprang back to life like it wasn’t wires but thyme.
What should have been dead, decided to carry one once it was told that it doesn’t have a choice.
Of course, how productive that ‘carrying-on’ is, is a topic for another day.