I hate those weeks when things are crappy. That would be last week. I am finally returning to my normal self. Anxiety attacks and my tummy lead to a long week. Urine test, blood test, and new scripts added to my week.
Luckily, I have a very understanding husband. He may not understand, but he is patient and helpful. He brought me the prettiest flowers on Friday, knowing what a crappy week it had been.
I get discouraged. With the miracles of modern medicine, why can't things be diagnosed and fixed? I have been going every three months to the doctor for blood test and new scripts. It sucks. It frustrates me.
Crappy week, on top of the ridiculous debates. Are you kidding me? McCain is a total joke
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