I feel like absolute crap-on-a-stick. The funk is still with me, unfortunately. I’ve let myself be too busy this week, and my sleep deprivation from last week [you can’t be a youth counselor on a mission trip and get lots of sleep] has remained.
As I just told Amy, “I am forcing myself not to do house stuff tonight. I am going home and resting. That is all.” She replied, “GOOD.”
I also have the name of the GP that she, Jeff, and Kat [and probably Sean] use. I’m going to live here for the next three years, and I should use one. I think that all I need is rest–after all, I’m feeling better than I did on Saturday, still–but if I still feel like crap on Monday, I’m taking the day off and getting my ass to the doctor.
And if you think me stubborn for not going before now, you’re right. I inherited this from my father. Right, Dad? 🙂