Tues. 5 August (Week 8.1)

The funk hit me on Sunday. A wave of fear that everything is changing and I have no control. Bobo's been tracking with me quite closely.

I told my immediate supervisor today - she was actually quite receptive and very positive. I actually think she might keep it a secret. Yay. I was very nervous - always expecting the worst possible response.

My newest irritant is excess saliva. What is up with that? It really grosses me out (not to mention making any nausea 10x worse). I may take Bobo's suggestion to carry around an old soda bottle or plastic cup to spit in like a tobacco chewer. Not really. That is just gross. My current remedies are: 1. continuously eat saltine crackers (I'm tempted to see how many I can eat in 5 minutes - wasn't there some crazy kid thing where it was impossible to eat more than 10 saltines in a certain time limit b/c your mouth just gets too dry?), 2. suck on ginger candies, 3. spit, or 4. just suck it up and swallow. Grrrrrrrrr...