12,370 Days Alive
8 on the Pain Scale
1 Bag of Donations
I went through every article of clothing I own after work today. I have regrets in that I was already in pain before I began and now my body is screaming at me for my hubris.
I wanted to get things done. And I did, with cat hair abounding. But still, I hurt.
Tomorrow will be better. I get to go see Anastasia with DW live at the Straz Center. Something like seven months of planning finally coming to fruition.
But for now, I’m off to just relax for a bit. Kick around story bits.
Take your meds. Gods knows I am taking mine, even with the dosage increase.