the worst part of the ibs is when it completely derails my day. like, I woke up an hour and a half ago and was ready to start my day, but then Throbbing Headache happened and I had to immediately go right back to bed. my poor son keeps jumping in the bed with me like "why are you still here?? we're hungry" and I just cannot even get up to feed him breakfast yet. awful tbh. I'm sorry bud
slept in till 3pm. am forced to assume that maybe someone else was able to feed the cats. head still hurting. boooooooo
the best thing, though, was that after I made the earlier post, my dear sweet son realized that I was incapacitated and came to sit on my torso and purr for a little while. he's very good at that π»
