Sometimes I don’t know why I feel the way I do. I just get happy, sad, excited, whatever. Other times, I screw up, and do something dumb. Like drink 8 cups of English teas.
Eight. What on Earth was I thinking? Oya, I was thinking, “Gosh, this tea is excellent. I can’t believe Mormons don’t drink this heavenly stuff.” Well, now I believe it, darnit. You might ask, what an extra couple of cups can really do, or why I am being so sensitive. It’s simple. I’m in pain.
My heart is beating a thousand beats per minute, and I’m jittery. I’ve been nauseated for hours, and nothing is helping. I doubt I’ll be able to sleep much, even though I keep going through cycles of extreme exhaustion. My mind is jumping all over the place, like a duck in a dungeon (don’t pick it up!).
It’s not the end of the world, but it’s giving my anxiety a boat load of fuel. My imagination is all over the place. I’m imagining the best and worst of everything around me. It mostly makes it hard to make plans, because I don’t know how I will feel tomorrow. Or the next day… Ah well, at least I will be calmer, and less stimulated.
For now, I will make plans as if nothing is wrong, while warning people that plans may need to change. I’m going to go watch some Doctor Who. It’s that kinda day.