scrubjayspeaks (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
scrubjayspeaks) wrote2020-06-13 08:10 pm
scrubjayspeaks) wrote2020-06-13 08:10 pm
Entry tags:
plague journaling
Made myself sun sick again. It's nice to know that lupus diagnosis everyone is so eager to take away from me will, nonetheless, behave exactly like, you know, LUPUS despite their hemming and hawing.
Honestly, I'm not sure I'm even sorry about making myself sick today. I took my comfy outdoor lounge chair over to the butterfly garden, in the shade of the skinny tree it's built around. For an hour, I listened to a writing podcast I've been saving and watched the bees (SO MANY BEES) flying around the flowers. It was one of the most beautiful and satisfying things I've ever seen, the perfect fulfillment of the whole project. I was comfortable and happy. I'm going to hang onto that, and I'm going to mostly ignore the pain and nausea that came after.
Everything has a price. This one was worth it.
Honestly, I'm not sure I'm even sorry about making myself sick today. I took my comfy outdoor lounge chair over to the butterfly garden, in the shade of the skinny tree it's built around. For an hour, I listened to a writing podcast I've been saving and watched the bees (SO MANY BEES) flying around the flowers. It was one of the most beautiful and satisfying things I've ever seen, the perfect fulfillment of the whole project. I was comfortable and happy. I'm going to hang onto that, and I'm going to mostly ignore the pain and nausea that came after.
Everything has a price. This one was worth it.