I have to admit-- this is my last night before my big rheumatology appointment, and I'm not exactly a picture of mental peace right now. I couldn't get to sleep last night, had a couple of panic attacks, and I ended up sleeping on my futon downstairs with an old, beat-up stuffed Pound Puppy salvaged from my childhood for comfort. (Oh-- and my husband is out of town. His internship informed him that he had to spend a week in Baltimore about two weeks ago. What sucktastic timing.) So, whatever I find out tomorrow, I'm going to find out alone, and he gets to find out over the phone.
So, what was my response tonight? Sushi. I went to my favorite faux Asian restaurant and got tempura salmon rolls, some soup, and some spring rolls. And strangely, now full of salt, tempura, and MSG, I feel so much better.
People are weird when they try to handle stress, and I guess I'm no different. Here's for miso soup and maki!
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