"Running on empty and lost in a foggy daze 🌫️"

I really have nothing.

Some days are nothing days, and today is a nothing day.

I just feel out of sorts.

I’m not taking cold medicine tonight. 
I think I’ve been taking it daily for two weeks now.
I don’t think you’re supposed to do that.
The Mucinex has helped, oddly enough-though I keep waking up at 3 a.m. coughing.
That’s an improvement. 
I’m not coughing steadily for twenty minutes.
I just don’t think I should be guzzling cold medicine nightly.

I seem to be stuck in molasses today. 
Just out of it.

For the first time ever, I went to take my morning medicine.
I have them separated in two spots on my dresser to avoid mistakes.
I had the pill in my mouth, and it started to melt.
Whoa.
Thyroid pills don’t melt.
I spit quickly.
The pill was square. 
Thyroid is round.
I must’ve grabbed a hive pill without thinking.
Missing my morning thyroid pill isn’t ideal, but taking two hive pills wouldn’t have been a big deal.
They just make me sleepy and dizzy.
If I’m having an outbreak, I’m supposed to take two hive pills, one in the morning and one at night.
I just do not remember reaching up to get that bottle.
You reach up for hive, down for thyroid.

Badger had therapy today, so she and Cowboy were gone.
Raven came in at some point.
I was sitting in my room, watching TV and folding laundry.
The house was getting smoky, but the fire alarms hadn’t gone off yet.
It took me until I started smelling burning grease to realize I might have a real big problem.
I ran to the kitchen. 
Raven had turned the tea kettle on and went back to bed.
It had boiled dry and was smoking like crazy.
Not sure why I smelled grease, though.
It was: huh. OK. House is a bit smoky, but let me keep folding these towels.
It’s entirely possible I got enough hive medicine in my system to make me a bit dopey.
Two doses of that thing make me dopey and dizzy.

Cowboy and Badger came back from therapy with dinner from Taco Bell.
Badger also brought me a strawberry drink.
Very much appreciated.

It was early enough that after we’d eaten, we all curled up for a nap.
Napping didn’t help me much, though.

Cowboy got to work and the day ground to a close.
We did nothing.

I don’t think Badger budged from her room.
She’s especially distant on therapy days.