That’s how I feel today, like my fucking head is going to explode.
Dear Life: thank you for kicking me while I’m down.
The docs can’t figure out what the fuck is wrong with my husband.
I have to fire someone I really like and care about. I wish I could say more about this, but I can’t right now. I’m really sad, though, like very fucking sad.
My joints are fucked. I’m in the middle of a flare. My meds are fucked up. It’s a whole thing…resulting from incompetence. I need a new rheumatologist.
All this while my head is still fucking reeling from my upcoming hysterectomy and oophorectomy, which I found out today is (finally) scheduled for April 11.
It feels like my life is falling apart.
I need a Xanax.
3 thoughts on “*head explosion*”
Your life is certainly not falling apart, even though it feels like it. We can manage all this.
I know. Thanks, babe. I’m so lucky to have you.
Sorry things are so rough. I love you and am here if there’s anything I can do to help.
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