13,505 Days Alive
I had a medical composite give me a lot of grief today.
But it got done. That’s what matters.
I’m so tired today. I didn’t have any caffeine and I’m really dragging. Add to that feeling ill and dealing with my accursed womb throwing a bitch fit, today was miserable.
I was supposed to hang out after work with Megan and her little Dale, Jr. but I just physically couldn’t.
I’m already in bed and have been for a while now. I’m trying to fight down some pretty rough nausea. My stomach and head hurt so badly.
I’m not even up to chat with J, write or chat with Cleo, or game with Bianco. Ugh.
I’m going to take an Imatrex and get some sleep.
Take your meds, folks.
Postmark Wonderland 