Buckhorn's part of the woods

Well, the title is very correct. Our dog woke us up before 5 am, and I took her outside. Turned out she had a bad stomach. Went back to bed, had problems falling asleep, and when I was almost out, the dog woke me up again and had an even worse stomach.
Now I've given up.
I'll go back to bed in an hour or two. Hubby isn't home for the most of the day, so I can sleep all I want.

I've been ill the whole week.
My stomach ache all the time. It's just a dull pain and it moves around a lot. I went to the doctor's office Wednesday and she looked me over and took some blood samples, which didn't show anything except slightly elevated infection numbers. And that was that. "Call us again if you get a fever or it gets worse."
I hate going to the doctors'.
It IS getting a bit worse, I'm beginning to fell nauseated. Not enough to stop eating, though. I don't have any other symptoms. And no, I'm not pregnant. I'm very sure.
If it isn't better after the weekend, I'll call them again.
I hate having the stamp of mental problems when it's physiological. "It's probably just stress." No. No, it's not. I've never been in pain from stress. I usually get a cold or tics, not pain like this.
Oh, or it's "It's probably your diabetes, keep an eye on your blood sugar levels." I've had some high levels, not that bad, but again, it doesn't usually give me pain, and if I have an infection, it's very natural with higher levels. Yes, I'm dealing with it.

Sigh. Yes, I will call the emergency doctor's office if it drastically worsens.

We finally got the car back yesterday! They said Tuesday or Wednesday, so Hubby was getting a bit on edge. He needs the car this weekend.

My mood has been bad, I'm very tired all the time and I haven't really done anything productive. Probably very normal when in pain and with an infection.

I'm knitting on a shawl in some very lovely yarn in earth colors with gold in wool and acrylic (it's gonna be so warm!). I'm trying to finish some projects and this is very straight forward.
Haven't sewn the other sleeve on my sweater. It's boring hard work. I will do it, one day.

I'm still not writing. And it's okay, but weird. It leaves a lot of room for thoughts in my head. I don't really like that, but luckily the tv fills the gap.
I was stupid enough to suggest to a friend we could start some new roleplay (play-by-post), even though I don't respond in what I have. Oh well. Maybe something new can spark the desire to write.
Mörk Borg was really fun btw, even though the GM could have made a bit more room for the players to interact, whcih I told him. He was probably nervous, it's okay. I'm looking forward for the next session. I made an elderly woman who had been murdered in her bed by the children of the orphanage she was running, before returning to life as a skinwalker. I don't know if her unpleasant demeanor is too much, I'll just tone it down if it is.
I've been looking into Whispers of the Woods (I actually read the physical book, which is big for my autistic ass), and I've come to the solution of streaming photoshop in Discord to show the map for my players. I just have to make maps now. I'm not really artistic so I have the work cut out for me, but I think it's going to be fun.

This tuned into a longer post.

I don't know what to do now. Hubby is still sleeping. I don't know if he has set an alarm clock, but I'll wake him up in an hour, he had to be somewhere around 9. He's the kind of guy who gets out of bed and straight into the car.
But he needs sleep. He doesn't sleep enough, still thinking he's young and tough. He's 37. Not old, but not 20 anymore.
Damn, we're getting old. We met when I was 19 and he was 22.
I love him so much.

I was actually making a list of my games in Steam in Excel. I just can't with their own way of listing stuff, I need more information at a glance, so I've been making my own list. Maybe that's the perfect thing to do when shit-faced tired.

Yeah, let's try that.

Fuck, I'm tired of being in pain. I have stuff to do!