I’m writing this while asleep. I mean, my Gosh, it shouldn’t be humanly possible to be this tired. Two blood tests later and I’m on the verge of maybe the doctor having some idea what’s wrong, but I’ve been asked to ring tomorrow to make a follow-up appointment and instead of feeling relieved, I’m just scared. Like, not so much scared that it might be something serious, but scared that it’ll be one of those things they’re totally just guessing at and nobody knows the cause or treatment for, and I’ll spend the rest of my life going in for tests and being put on this or that supplement until they give up and tell me it’s probably stress.
And then there’s the joy of unsolicited medical advice from everyone and their grandma who don’t know jack about your medical history and HONESTLY, THE LAST THING YOU WANT IS A BUNCH OF WELL-MEANING ACQUAINTANCES TELLING YOU YOU’VE GOT IT ALL WRONG AND YOU JUST NEED TO CUT OUT DAIRY OR WHATEVER. STOP.
So, strong tea. Caramelly sweet strong tea with the heady fragrance of cardamom, like warm spiced buns on a chilly afternoon. It’s also kind of making me sleepy, but in that nice, cozy warm cuppa tea sort of way. I do love this tea.