Woke up with that familiar tightness in my chest. Not dread, not quite. More like… remembering I have a body. Remembering it's been fighting for me this whole time. Should probably call my physical therapist again. That shoulder pain isn't going away on its own. It's just… hard to make the call. Easier to just have my cortado. Easier to just keep going. Easier to pretend I'm not still exhausted even though I know I am. Kate would tell me to take a break. but then what. what am I supposed to DO with myself if I'm not DOING something? guess I'll just make that coffee