It’s 9:30pm and I’m listening to my mother coughing in the other room
Two hours ago she asked me if I wanted to go out and get a massage with her
I told her that my anxiety was randomly up
and I was feeling a bit nauseous
so I wasn’t sure if I’d be up to leaving the house
And apologized for any disappointment
She said that was totally fine, then continued to state that
it worked out better to stay home
because HER stomach was bothering her and she wanted to be by the bathroom.
I had to remind myself that I was feeling sick because of anxiety
And she most likely meant she was having intestinal issues
So initially thought she was having another ibs attack (which honestly could still be the reason, and I’m freaking out for absolutely nothing)

But I dunno I hear consistent coughing
And I might be crazy
I but I think heard a faint sound of water splashing
I’m having doubts that she’s experiencing Ibs
and I beginning to believe her stomach is getting a visit from Satan.

To be frank I’m also worried that Maybe the nausea I’ve been feeling the past few hours is actually a stomach bug and we both got hit or somethin’

Of course I could be completely off
And she was just coughing like a normal person
But I may not know until the morning
Because of course I am too scared to knock on her bedroom door and find out the truth
(in case the truth is not something I’d want to hear)

So at the moment I’ve closed the heater vent on my ceiling in case she v****** to protect myself against air particles
I’m wearing my travel mask
I’ve sprayed cleaner on my doorknobs
And I’m covered in essential oils
And I’m so nauseous I refuse to move
All the while watching Rugrats (don’t ask why those kiddos calm me down)
It’s going to be a long night

And If I just so happen to wake up in the morning to find out my mother was fine the whole time
I will melt 😑