Second Thought

OK, bored of crying now. And anyway - even though repression and denial are bad, wallowing ain't much good either. And I refuse to worry about hyperemesis. And why do I always have to go from one extreme to the other? Why can't I just be somewhere in the middle? And I can't believe I scheduled the grieving in - that's just typical. As though I could spend a week crying and then never have to cry again... idiot.

Oh, and I know suffering shouldn't be competitive, but really. There are an awful lot of people have it much worse.

So, what shall I do for the rest of the week? I'm torn between hot baths and good books versus day trips and picnic blankets, or maybe I should just spend the week blogging.


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