A Little ♥ and Soul

I'm feeling sick to my stomach tonight. I hate that feeling where you could be just fine if you had a comfy bed to lay in and turn the lights out or you just need to vomit to make everything feeling okay again. I'm teetering between the two. I don't drink soda anymore, so drinking some ginger ale is out of the question. In fact, I don't think I can put anything else in my stomach before I'd have to throw up. I didn't eat a lot today. These days, I consume less than 1500 calories a day just because of the sheer fact that the one of the meds I'm on makes my stomach digest food slower thus making me feel faster and longer. Plus sitting around all day not expending energy and the fact that gravity doesn't do much in the digestion department, I rarely ever feel hungry. Like, my stomach hasn't growled in 3 weeks. Ugh...I can't keep thinking about feeling sick. It makes me want to throw up. So, I'll bid ya'll a good night. Hopefully you're

I have had a lot of time on my hands to think and fill out paperwork and stuff. But mostly I've been thinking. Not a lot of sleeping has been happening. On average, I still get about eight hours every night, but it's usually broken up into 2 or 3 segments. Every time I wake up or even reposition myself, it takes an hour for me to fall back to sleep. It's really irritating. Part of my problem is that I'm really not that sleepy. I mean, if I hadn't broken my ankle, I'd be doing my normal routine. Cleaning something, going on a walk or even going to work. All those activities require that I actually move my body. I need to eat to control my diabetes. I need to rest so my ankle continues to heal properly. But the fact that I spend most of my day rolling around on an office chair or slowly hobbling on my crutches or sitting around on the couch, I'm not expending any energy. Mental or physical energy. I should probably pick up a book or something to occupy my mind