There is nothing better than a triscuit.
Monistat 1 sucks ass. A week later and I end up at the gynecologist’s anyway.
Saw a new doc. He told me he looked at my chart the night before. Me, “Oh, yeah, I’m kind of a nightmare.” Him, “I know! What is going on with your body?” Me, “On top of all that stuff I have an anxiety disorder.” Him, “Cool!”
It is barely going to get into the 30s. There is snow on the ground and in the forecast Yet magically spring allergies have kicked into high gear.
We rearranged the furniture in our bedroom.
Totally forgot to share this gem in the stomach bug post: evidently I now pee a little every time I puke. Thanks sons!
Gave C a handful of M&Ms before 9am. I don’t know what is wrong with me.
On Tuesday the midterm was returned to us. With extra credit I got 85/100. Not proud of the grade, but was expecting much worse.
Two days ago I stopped taking my daily meds. They were making me even more anxious. I’m scared my shrink is disapointed in me. Which shouldn’t be what I’m worried about. But there you have it.
It seems everyone I know is a little anxious and depressed. The end of winter is the bleakest time of year. I’m sad for everyone, but it also makes me feel a little less lonely.
When I am unwell I think I have a terrible illness that is eating me from the inside and when I’m diagnosed it will be too late.
When I’m super duper unwell I think at least after I die I’ll be able to rest.
I’m currently super duper unwell.
I want key lime pie. So I bought the stuff to make key lime pie. Curtis, I’m waiting to make it until tomorrow so you can have some, too.
Tuesday morning. Z felt snowblowing was a pretty shitty welcome home. I’ve got to agree with him. What is up mother nature?
Triscuit. Seriously delicious.