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51/06: Back Rack
Sep. 18th, 2024 09:02 amIt seems I don't manage my time very well. I just finished eating Monday's dinner for Wednesday breakfast. I still need to do laundry, but I'll probably end up sleeping most of the morning today, and maybe a big chunk of afternoon as well. In the meantime, my back is trying to kill me, whether I'm standing, sitting, or lying down. It just decided to hurt all the time now. I might try taking something to quiet it down long enough for me to get to sleep, and hope it doesn't wake me up when the stuff wears off.
For the last couple of days, whenever I lie in bed awake I am overwhelmed by a sense of horror. My every thought soon veers into images of catastrophe. Getting up and doing things sends it into the background, but it's back as soon as the distraction ends. It's like being four years old again, as that's what my life was like then: horror, anxiety, and sadness. It was totally justified, too, since I ended up going to kindergarten. What a nightmare that was! There's a school bus that picks up and drops off kids right across the street from my apartment. I hope I don't see it today. I'd probably freak out.
For the last couple of days, whenever I lie in bed awake I am overwhelmed by a sense of horror. My every thought soon veers into images of catastrophe. Getting up and doing things sends it into the background, but it's back as soon as the distraction ends. It's like being four years old again, as that's what my life was like then: horror, anxiety, and sadness. It was totally justified, too, since I ended up going to kindergarten. What a nightmare that was! There's a school bus that picks up and drops off kids right across the street from my apartment. I hope I don't see it today. I'd probably freak out.
