I have no idea how I am able to function on only three hours of sleep. I have no idea how I could work like this. How was I able to perform all those tasks? I still have work to do, but not work-work. At this point, though, it is somewhat starting to feel like work-work. Because. If I have to explain one more completely logical thing one more time. If I have to explain the concept of actually reading the relevant page on the website, to someone who has been a member for twenty years and should know anyway, one more time, I think I will burst into tears. And that will not do, as one of my goals for today is to cry less than I did yesterday. But I am mourning, and my stomach and back hurts so much, and the painkillers will not kick in for whatever reason, and I could not sleep tonight due to the pain, I am stressed to the point of breaking, and I just noticed there is a hole in my sock and I am behind on so many things I fear I will break soon, so if I have to explain this one easy freaking logical thing one more time, I am not sure if I can take it.
I faced fears today, I dealt with things, I pushed through the pain and somehow got things done, but if I have to explain something that is explained on the FIRST PAGE one more time, I fear I might snap. Not in an awkward, crazy way, but in an awkward curling up and crying for hours way, because I am nearing my limit.