So apparently my body doesn’t like changing plans at the last moment.
For the last couple of days I’ve found my mood gradually winding tighter and tighter. I’ve been waking up with a sore jaw (clenching my teeth?). I have to think consciously about breathing deeply. My anxiety levels seemed much too high. My heart rate was the same.
And then last night, I lost it. Completely. Total breakdown (in Q.’s office, of all places). Sobbing hysteria over something school related that really wasn’t important in any sense of the word.
Then we came home, and I had a letter in the mail granting me external validation for my studies (in the form of money for next year). And I was overjoyed. Tears of happiness.
Q.’s only comment as we went to bed? “Well, that was a bit of a wild evening.”
This morning, I felt peaceful. Calm. Energized. I think my hormones might have just levelled out.
I’ve got two days left on the progesterone. And then the fun starts all over again.