Feral hobo editor sartorial update: still in nightshirt.
I need a nightshirt. I'm out of uniform.
At the risk of being all Iron Loves Carrots, how are your iron levels, Zen? The difference it has made for me is extraordinary.
Something else my doctor doesn't see a need to test. (Granted, he was right about my thyroid being fine.) Considering I'm not eating as much red meat as I used to, and I hate green leafy vegetables, it wouldn't be surprising if I were a bit anemic. Maybe I'll pick up some iron supplements. And a couple steaks. Anything but ferrous oxide, am I right?
Feral hobo editor sartorial update: still in nightshirt.
I need a nightshirt. I'm out of uniform.
I have changed into shorts and a Captain America t-shirt. So, tiny signs of life.
Anything but ferrous oxide, am I right?
Your basic iron supplement. I eat a lot of red meat, and I was slightly anemic. I think once we hit A Certain Age, it doesn't really matter.
Beverly, it helps a lot to know I'm not the only one this happens to. I mean, I KNOW I'm not, but hearing it helps. I've lost months to staring at the Web all the time whenever I wasn't working or sleeping. Maybe it's an addiction; I think it's more like a convenient place to hide.
Thanks, guys.
Also, I did the thing! Finally. Two weeks late. Everything I needed was right there in my desk, why didn't I just do it? I dunno. I'm using all the coping mechanisms and strategies I can find, and I'm not fucking up too many things anymore, but I feel like I'm fighting my own brain all the time. My brain doesn't want to do anything at all, and I don't know why.
The DH found a dog with a collar but no tags, and we are putting up flyers and posting to lists to see if we can find his people.
I, however, think I have some leftover trauma issues from losing Sassafras because I am in tears and would like to throw up. We need to get my daughter to go out for her birthday, and the DH's uncle and cousin are coming in tonight for a week long visit.
Oh Sparky. I totally get that.
Completely understandable, Sparky.
Timelies all!
Hugs if you want them, Sparky.
Aw, Sparky, that's rough. I'm sorry.
Oh, Sparky, I totally understand, and I'm so sorry.