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 One foot in front of the other, one word in front of the other.

Didn't go to the gym this morning, I'd cracked the scab on my knee and decided to give it a few more days of rest.   Another day of Starchild, of losing time into this void of keeping a baby relatively well entertained/fed/diapered.  And I certainly don't regret it, and I know it's the first full week and losing isn't even really the right word. It's not time wasted, certainly.

I ate too much dinner too fast and am still paying for it reflux-wise three hours later.  I know I need to go back to the doctor, that this much reflux isn't good, even if it's the non-acidic kind, but I know I'll have to keep a food diary, and my resolve crumbles.  I actually need to make a lot of calls at this point, the migraine doctor, the occupational therapist, the dentist, the vet, and I think there's one I'm forgetting but it'll come to me.   I'm not listening to most of my messages and I let my transcribed voicemail lapse, so now I don't even get that limited version of why people are trying to contact me using their voices.

Bed, I guess, if I can lie down.  Maybe tomorrow I'll find a juicier bone to write about.