Telling my sister
Being corpse cold, flumsy and coordinated at the same time, can't type with beans, nauseated, elated, fearful, torn between hiding in the fetal position and running, moving faster than m y computer can think, vision funny, checking out briefly as my body gets accustomed to the flood of changes.
Hello, Adrenaline, myold friend. My old enemy? How shall I call you?
I just told my sister. The one who was there. She's supportive. She doesn't remember, at all, but guessed based on our family dynamics.
Now she wants to know who. And I just watched the painted logo on my phone change 3 times.
Hay-yi! My head hurts.
The one thing I don't understand is why my pulse slows so much. It's counter to so much regarding sympathetic nervous system physiology.