It's only 9:00 pm, but I am ready for bed. I think I'm having exaggerated PMS symptoms from all that chemical manipulation. Today I went from crushing fatigue at noon to sick headache by late afternoon to nausea in the evening. Fortunately the head and tum-tum got better when I ate something.
Dr. K predicts that I'll get AF early (hey, might as well), and that's seeming likely to me. Strangely, though, I'm feeling rushed by that. The sooner it comes, the sooner I need to go in and talk turkey about what comes next.
THAT prospect has just gotten more complicated because . . .
DH is working 2,8oo miles away at the moment. He flew out today. I am too tired to properly express my feelings about this travel turn. This week's trip is not a problem. But, if successful, it signals the relaunching of a project that might regularly have DH there and not here.
I don't like it.
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