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Jul. 25th, 2012 01:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rainstardragon So, my body yesterday was overstressed and aching, as always happens when I have had lots of child stress and then adding in stress over my editor and friend having recently been in the hospital and ill enough that we are lucky she's alive at all. I went to bed early last night in the familiar state of "must not scream and writhe, the neighbors will not appreciate it" (other than #26 coming in to see what she can do to help me, because she worries and knows it's beyond all reason if I start vocalizing pain). I took the meds I try to avoid. I woke at 3AM with the medicine worn off, and my belly declaring it needed food.
My son helped me into the kitchen to get another dose of medication and to feed my body. This was apparently the second time he'd helped me in the night, as when I'd woke, it was in the room closest to the bathroom, and he had asked if I needed to go again too. We got my needs taken care of, and he held me till I could go back to sleep. I've only just within the last half hour come back awake. I still have dull spoons digging their way out of my spine, hips, and long bones, but am more coherent.
So I will be doing one final readover for the upcoming post in the serial, then posting that, to distract myself.
My son helped me into the kitchen to get another dose of medication and to feed my body. This was apparently the second time he'd helped me in the night, as when I'd woke, it was in the room closest to the bathroom, and he had asked if I needed to go again too. We got my needs taken care of, and he held me till I could go back to sleep. I've only just within the last half hour come back awake. I still have dull spoons digging their way out of my spine, hips, and long bones, but am more coherent.
So I will be doing one final readover for the upcoming post in the serial, then posting that, to distract myself.