I’ve been grounded. We’ve been grounded, Gumby, Pokey and
me. I’ve been grounded for the next month and will not be traveling. I think
this is good because I’m actually enjoying being able to get work done from the
spot where I actually have all of my work resources in one place. Not to
mention the partying that Gumby and Pokey were doing was starting to get out of
hand. Have you ever seen a drunk rubber pony? I don’t recommend it. I will say,
however, that after one week home I am already itching to get out and do
things. I’ve been going for walks with a neighbor and in the evenings with the
dogs and hubby but for someone who is constantly on the go and usually out with
people (no matter how much I complain about them) being at home can take its
toll. But I do believe that this is all for the better. I think that I’ve
needed some grounding and this will be just the right dose of medicine. For
what you ask? For the apparent anxiety that has decided to creep in late night.
I haven’t been sleeping for more than intervals of 2-3 hours
without waking up startled for one nonsensical reason or another. There hasn’t been any super crazy vivid dreams
that startle me awake, that I can remember anyway, but I do wake up feeling
like I am late for something or that I’ve missed a flight or that I missed something. It’s hard to put my finger on
it… for more reasons that one. My anxiousness has decided to rear its ugly head
in the form of me biting my nails, cuticles, etc., to the point where I don’t
even realize how bad they are. The next morning I wake up and my finger is so
hurting, red, scabbed that you can’t even touch it to anything without feeling
like you have an open wound that is constantly being pressed on. Needless to
say, this is making typing super fun and my investment in Neosporin and Band
Aids fairly substantial.
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