I'm home, finally, and I'm glad of it. I don't feel well today, though. I went to the doctor, a new one (who's very good, by the way) and part of the routine was a flu shot... now I'm feeling kind of tired and queasy. And I suspect my depression's kicking up again, but I got a refill on my meds, luckily. I have to call a specialist to get my therapy started, etc.
It's days like this that I question whether or not I can continue on. I'm always so bloody fucking tired, whether from the depression or the long days at work or something else. I'm really just exhausted, mentally and physically and God knows in every other way you can think of.
My first 30 years were blessedly healthy and almost "doctor free". I guess my luck's run out on that score. :(
(sigh)
1 comment:
I'm glad you got your meds and have a great doctor. I'm sorry you have to go through so much. I would like a happy picture (of YOU) as your icon, please.
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