By 5:30 a.m., my back goes into sharp spasms. I hastily eat a few saltines and take a muscle relaxer. I sleep till about 10:00 a.m. By noon, I'm hurting again, another pill, and rest on the couch. In between, I've managed to get some laundry washed and folded and, when resting, some crochet.
By this time, I feel foolish for my anxiety, but at the time, I was feeling sick and panicky. Mondays are hard for me, some worse than others. Sometimes, it's difficult for me to even leave to go to a friends house, or the grocery store.
I don't want to takes meds. Been there, hated it. I cared about NOTHING. they made me feel dead inside, spacey, disconnected.
Nothing for it but to soldier on.
Apparently, this hermit-like behavior runs in the family. I'll be like my mother and her twin, refusing to leave my house when I'm older. Sigh.