14,625 Days Alive
573 Miles, Give or Take, Traveled Today
1 Last Carload of Belongings Brought Home
I am… tired. Rightfully so. We got up at not yet seven am, drove to Indiana, hauled shit around, packed my car, and drove home. It was a LOT.
I’m struggling. Emotionally, mentally, physically. My pain is sitting at a solid 8. I should take some pain meds before I get sick to my stomach from pain spikes.
Okay. Meds of many types taken.
I just had leftover for dinner. I’m chilling with Lucian and Brian in their room. Trying not to negative spiral. I just have a lot of big feelings right now.
I am going to bed.
Take your meds, folks.
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