This may or may not make sense, and if so, it gets deleted the second I feel better.
It's been a year (really?) since Grandma went, and while things began catching up to me in late March early April, they're really catching me now. At this moment, I realize that constant "I'm OK's" and stubborness led to a whopper of a migraine complete with nausea... which means, I get up and eat soup and then crawl back into bed. Which has the ability at this point of making me feel like I'm on a damned ship going nowhere fast. Any big decisions are postponed indefinitely. I've hated telling people "No, I really don't want to be around noise and chaos"-- that's true, the bigger truth is---smells, motion and light (at this point, the only light on is a dimmed laptop screen) are messing with me. Something came through not long ago, reminded me of a shriek and made me bury my head under a pillow.
I will not be handling drama. I will quickly say hellos to those I care for, and the few I actually speak to, and then, back to bed with I and the cranium. After I finish my soup. It's a bit slow going. And yes, I will behave and speak to my doctor.