*head explosion*

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.


Sweet pup alert!

My business partner brought his sweet pup to the office today. My mood instantly improved when I saw her. Animals are magical 💜

We’ve started taking turns bringing our pets into the office, and it has greatly improved morale. Our jobs are stressful; pups help!