Today’s just one of those days. Skip this entry if you don’t want to hear me do nothing but complain. Or maybe that’s no different from all the other posts. Ha.
The vast majority of the time I don’t dwell on all this crap, I just try to get through it. But today I’m just kind of over it. No particular reason why.
I’m sick of swollen knees and knee braces, not walking correctly, my fat moonface. I’m tired of being bruised all over. I’m tired of not being able to taste food. And now I think I have thrush. My blood pressure is still sky high (I had some false hope with a couple lower readings but now it’s back up again), and that seriously concerns me. (Yes I’ve been in touch with my doctor. Yes she’s upped my meds. Again.) I’m tired of taking 27 pills a day. That’s the actual number; I counted them.
Kyle says I’m very cranky lately. I’m sure he’s glad we don’t live together.
So… you know, just having a shitty day. I’ll get over it. I’m probably already over it by the time you’re reading this. It’s stupid to waste time being bummed out by this stuff. It’ll pass, it’ll pass, it’ll pass. Just in a funk I guess.
I probably need to turn off the podcasts and listen to more music.
Low, Low, Low 