Of Pulled Pork and Plotting

14,304 Days Alive

2 Doctor’s Visits Tomorrow

I’ve been writing again. A lot lately, trying to finish plotting out a story.

I made pulled pork for dinner. It came out really good. The photo for today is the chicken teriyaki bowl the hospital cafeteria made.

I’m nauseous with anxiety about going to the gynecologist tomorrow. I’m afraid I’m going to have a full-blown panic attack because of my sexual trauma.

I’ll survive, but fuck do I hate it.

I’m going to try to get some sleep. Take your meds, folks.

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