celebrate a birthday...get sick midday...keep going

I was very happy to celebrate Marium's birthday.  but getting there was a lot.

between rehab and PT i got lunch with an old friend Kara Dolan.

during lunch I started coughing then threw up my food... just right there, onto the plate of food

in my vanity I ask, Kara, did it get in my hair.  we were cool.

I obviously didnt eat any more.

sometimes you have good days and bad days.

And some times you have days that are a mix.

PT was challenging in a good way.  didnt get a lot of work done bc you spent a lot of time at the hospital.  but I am only suppose to work 20 hours a week.  but the workoholic in my feels guilty.  guilt adds to my stress.  then I dont feel well.  my stomach hurts, joints hurt.  then I just circle around.

Did I mention I threw up at the restaurant...smh...
forcing myself to slow my pace when I feel my environment expects such a big output is hard.
As I prepare to go to sleep I am getting better on meditating again.  reconciling with G-d and honoring my body and mind with sleep.  happy that my sleep is better.  however, it is really still hard to create structure to support health first.

Still in process.