Another Week


Nausea, pain, muscle spasms, frustration, and nightmares. Every joint. Orthostatic intolerance. Dizziness. Extreme fatigue. 
The usual. 
My husband is not handling my nightmares well. He wants to lock me up for them upsetting me. 
Day seven Chronicle: Complete. 

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