12:03
Hurt this morning. Another day of waking up early and deciding not to get up until later but feeling worse, even if only marginally worse, for the delay. Contemplating bombing down to Touchwoods to pick up that pack on the grounds that it might cheer me up and I have an hour and a half before I have to leave for the gym. I have to sort out my laundry during that time, but that won't take very long. It is absolutely bucketing down out there though.Pain in ribs quite intense, but all pain today feels like cramped and spasming muscles rather than the kinds of pain that take increasingly extended metaphors to describe. Had to force myself to eat breakfast. Knew I would need to have something inside me for the gym, knew also that if I ate later I would get sick in the gym, also had to take one of my 3-a-day (borage, evening primrose and fish oil) supplements, and they have to be taken with food. Also trying to get into the habit of eating within half an hour of getting up, as this is supposed to be the optimal time for having breakfast. For someone who has spent years avoiding breakfast on the grounds that she feels extremely nauseous first thing in the morning, this is pretty hard to do.
Sex drive now almost completely non-existent. I mean, I still feel desire for my husband, was noting that last night, in a curiously objective way, but I have no desire to actually have sex. Sort of. It's so hard to explain. I want to have that want, it bothers me that I don't, and I can imagine having that want, but I'm so tired and hurting all the time that there really isn't any burn to drape myself all over him and do despicable things. Sigh. I find him as attractive as I ever did, the passion hasn't actually gone from the relationship, I love him as much as ever, but I worry sometimes that this disorder, whatever it is, is affecting the way I demonstrate it to the degree that maybe he thinks I don't any more. I have talked about it with him though, and I think he knows what the score is.
I think it bothers me more than it bothers him. But that's true of most things.