Mum's left to go away for the weekend, coming back Monday arvo. I woke up with a horrible, chesty cough - not my normal smoker's cough. My brother's had two lots of bronchitis, two ear infections, and two colds in the last month, so I guess I've been lucky to escape so far. Mum was hesitant on going away, but I told her I'd go down to the clinic tomorrow if I was feeling worse, that I'd call my brother to come back from stay at his girlfriend's to drive me there, or call a taxi (it is literally less than two blocks down the road, seriously?!). I also told her I wouldn't run this weekend. Luckily, I don't need to, because once I run half an hour on Monday I will complete my 'burn everything' week challenge. I had massive anxiety over breakfast, because I normally make mum breakfast to take on the road, but she wanted to eat before she left today. More so, she wanted me to eat before she left. So I choked down a thin slice of toast and a small bowl of oats, and she seemed a bit brighter. She kept asking me if I was sure that I'd be okay this weekend, that it was okay if she went away. I hate being such a burden. I just kept my happy face on to the best of my ability.
To be honest I'm a little worried. I get so anxious about meals at the moment, that I need a nudge to even have them. But I've just put on a fresh batch of soup for the weekend, so I've got a 'safe' option. Might even make up some jelly if I have the energy. For now, again, I'm just sitting in bed, waiting for time to pass. I just want to get through this week and aim for a better one next week.