limowreck

So after the inventory at my store, I'm going to take a day or two off. I deserve the time off...and to be honest with myself, with the Addison's starting to flare up more frequently due my ignoring the symptoms and such, its time for me to rest. I need it very badly. I look at myself in the mirror in the morning and I see someone who is gradually getting worse by his own hand. Its getting to the point where its scaring my friends and my family.

Work is like an addiction for me. I love doing it. I don't know if that makes me crazy, but I love the feeling of accomplishment, the feeling that, even though what I do isn't anything of the sort, I've done something extraordinary.

Its time to set aside the need to accomplish something for a little while, and its time to accomplish something else...getting healthy again. I've already committed to stopping smoking, I've found myself a new endocrinologist, and I'm cutting down on my consumption of alcohol (though I'm still going to treat myself every once in awhile). I'm making all of these steps to try and better my overall health and well-being. Its scary to know that when you're sick with a progressive illness, just how quickly your life can turn on a dime. Like in the blink of an eye. Its time to turn it around.

I'm getting better since collapsing on Thursday. No major flare-ups to speak of, no fever spikes, and my energy is coming back, slowly but surely. I'll get there, kids. I'll make it happen.