I scratched up my face and neck yesterday. I keep having too much to deal with all at once. I don't want people at work to see me like this, although I almost always feel better at work than I do not at work.

And this morning I woke up with some diarreah. Yuck, and I haven't even eaten real food much - just a bit of chocolate here and there for most of the last few weeks, with some exceptions. Maybe that's the problem, but there shouldn't be enough to keep being a problem if I stop eating altogether. Hmm. Sorry if that's TMI.

Maybe it's a sign that I should call in sick. Maybe I'll make it in later. I've already taken off too much time lately. A couple of days for my brother's funeral, a couple of days to finish moving out of my old house and get closing out of the way, and I've left early the rest of the days. Yesterday I was starting to be able to get something done again, until things went bad again.

Can't drive anyway unless I can get my contact lenses working better. One of them feels like it's wadded up underneath my eyelid, and I can't see through that eye. I'm not finding it though.

I have to make it to therapy tomorrow though. It's been 3 weeks because I had to cancel once for the funeral and reschedule. I don't want T to see these scratches either. That won't go over well.

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