Things have been stressful here in my little world. I’ve been sick and having near-constant migraines. I had to get a shot in my booty last week for one I’ve had on and off for almost a month. Hurt. Same doctor’s appointment, they took like 9 vials of blood. It was a joy (no, no it wasn’t).
I’ve been increasingly nervous and frustrated all at once because it’s been harder for me to get my medications lately due to restrictions and the certain pharmacy I happen to go to. I’ll be switching to another company as soon as possible so I can avoid this problem in the future. It’s hard not having a car and then having someone tell you that you can’t get all your medications at once and you should spend every dollar you have, not on your prescriptions you need, but on a ride to and from the same place like every other day or you mess up your medication schedule, which makes you more sick.
Friday, I am having minor surgery. I’m freaked out because I’ve never been put under before. It’s also kind of exploratory surgery because no one can figure out why I have so much stomach pain and sometimes can’t eat. We also have no clue why I have lesions on my liver and cysts on my kidneys. I need to go for more imaging for those (again). The scariest part is I’m doing this alone. No friends can help me (not that I feel I have any left here in CO anyway), I have to have some stranger medical transport person take me and wait for me to be done.
I’d kill to get something sweet or have a meal waiting for me (since I can’t eat from midnight tomorrow till after my procedure in the evening), hell, even flowers or a dollar store pencil eraser. I miss getting gifts and having friends.
A girl can dream…
Well, that’s really all going on with me. My cats are suddenly (mostly) friends, but for grooming purposes only. I still really miss my dog and cry about her. Not being here anymore often.
I don’t think I belong here in CO anymore…
x0x0,
☠️-Sid-☠️
