12,808 Days Alive
Today, my pain levels are at a solid seven. I’m trying to power through but I am utterly exhausted and can’t wait for the weekend.
Work went well today.
My psych doctor visit went well; it was very brief. A telehealth appointment that lasted literally less than five minutes. But I got my meds refilled and that’s the important part.
I’ve got therapy with Vickie on Tuesday in the evening. Hopefully she won’t cancel again.
I feel really beaten down right now. I couldn’t crochet more than a row on Cousin Kay’s blanket tonight because my hands are hurting. Well, my right hand/wrist/shoulder/everything.
I’m going to take my blood sugar and go to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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