12,281 Days Alive
10 Painted Nails
2 Hours of Therapy
1 Minor Panic Attack
Had both physical and occupational therapy today. Bloody painful, honestly. Even though I know it’s a necessary evil.
I’m always exhausted afterwards. It was a fight to eat dinner. An uphill battle not to pass out as soon as I got home.
And now I’m overtired to the point where I’m not sure I’ll sleep well tonight.
Gotta finish up today’s short before bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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