It has always been scary. The fear always high and heavy with me.
I thought I was waking up to Sunday.
It is only 7:45pm on Saturday.
I have been in bed all week. Working from my iPhone able to bill 3700.00 for the month.
My cholesterol is very high.
Inflammation and autoimmune tests that I ordered via Quest and presented to my doctor go with out review despite my requests for additional tests.
They think I am mad.
They aren’t perhaps far from wrong.
There is not a soul that can save me — but me.
I will take more pills to sleep till tomorrow.
Tomorrow I do all the dishes.
I gather my laundry.
I pull out the window AC from the cubby and I clean it and leave on chair in bathroom to install on Monday.
If I can do more — I will.
Monday I get my script filled at CVS.
I focus on cleaning the rest of the apartment.
I vacuum.
I do my email job.
I clear off my Pilates reformer that I haven’t used in three years.
