I am unwell today. I started out feeling okay-ish, but got worse as the day progressed. Not really 100% ill, no fever and no other definite sign of illness, but not well either. My head hurts, my belly aches and I feel uncomfortable in my own skin. It’s driving me crazy. I am having the hardest time with it. I am whiny and irritable and clingy. I wish I could curl up under a blanket and get cuddled all day long and that someone could make all the unpleasantness go away.
At the same time the getting fussed over part is good. I’m such a sucker for attention, it’s pathetic. I wish I could handle being unwell a little better, but all I do is grouch and moan and cry, craving attention and chicken soup, a hot water bottle and my mom. I guess I don’t do sick very well at all. As in coping skills: zero. Don’t know if that is BPD or just me being ill-prepared for life. 😦