12,394 Days Alive
8,049 EBooks to Read
3 Cards Pulled
2 Doctor Appointments Tomorrow
1 Anxious Me
Tomorrow is for doctor’s appointments out the wazoo. Okay, only two but I don’t care for them and the one I’m going to see is an unknown male.
I’m trying not to anxiously control the situation so I didn’t research the doctor like I usually do. And I still haven’t heard from that possible glad tiding.
I have a mostly functional laptop now, thanks to Vera. I can’t afford a battery for it until pay day so I have to be careful not to bump the charger or I lose everything (three damn times).
But it’s better than nothing and I am grateful for it in the interim.
My depression is handing me my ass right now.
I can’t even put into words how wretched I feel. Getting out of bed becomes more and more a challenge as the days go.
But like I know, this too shall pass. So I keep going. Because failure to function is not an option.
I have to keep going, even if I feel like I want to die. I can’t quite dig out the mental splinter that triggered this one, but I’m trying.
I pulled some cards today. Only three.
I’m hoping they’re indicative of coming successes. I need good things in my life right now.
Take your meds, folks. I’m for a shower and bed.