12,487 Days Alive
2 Slices of BBQ Chicken Pizza Eaten
I learned something new today! My stomach does not like barbecue sauce on pizza either. Right now, my acid reflux is bubbling up my throat and making it decidedly uncomfortable to be me.
It’s unfortunate that I keep finding new and more complex food sensitivities. I freaking love pizza. But because of the carbohydrate count, the red sauce, and the inevitable heartburn, I’ve been studiously avoiding it. I’ve also found that my sensitivity to eggs has gotten worse.
It sucks.
In other news, I made it through my very stressful week, both doctor appointments, and my wife getting her eyeballs professionally lasered without breaking down crying even once. Even when I got lost in downtown Tampa!
I didn’t write tonight. Just didn’t have the energy. I did, however, talk to Mal for most of the drive home.
He asked about my editing process for the novel I’m writing and I literally said “I dunno,” at first. I mean, I have not yet, as of this date, finished an actual novel. I hope to this year.
For now, though, I’m going to celebrate the fact that I got through an entire day without any suicidal thoughts for the first time in a very long time.
I’m going to bed. Take your meds, folks!
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