I ended up going upstairs to sleep in my office. The bed upstairs is softer and I can spread out more. It still took two hours before I finally fell asleep.

I texted my assistant and told her to continue the in-person hearing. At first, I felt bad about it, but then I was like fuck that noise. My only job at this point is to take care of myself and extend my life. There is no point in trying to hussle anymore. We’re well past that point. For today, at least, I’m not going to waste time hating myself over shit I didn’t cause and can’t control.

My stomach HATES me. This has been going on for a couple of weeks now, and I’m worried about what it means. I hate the waiting game between scans.

I have a phone hearing at 1:30. Then I pick up the kids around 3:30. I’m excited to see them. I’m also hoping I’ll feel up to a walk, but if I don’t then whatever. It’s not the end of the world, girl.

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