Of Pork Chops and Panic Attacks

14,536 Days Alive

11 Days into this Stupid Headache

6 Boneless Pork Chops Made for Dinner

I’m so fucking tired. I am running on fumes mentally. I know it’ll be okay, I guess, but I’m just tired of being tired. Of the anemia. Of the headache.

Edit: posts work better when you remember to post them.

Take your meds, folks

Of College and Chicago Dogs

14,509 Days Alive

13 Years Since I’ve Been Enrolled in College

5 Hours Fighting with the Computers at Work

2 FAFSA Applications Filled Out

1 Chicago Dog (Lacking Sport Peppers) Eaten,

I did it. I applied to be a student at Ultimate Medical Academy for their Medical Billing and Coding degree. I am “I had to take anti-anxiety meds to calm the fuck down” anxious about it. Why? Because of many reasons.

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