In it – way out to the Irish Sea.
Worries high and sticky. Can’t shake them or get calm. The heat boils me even though I am shut away in AC.
I tried to reach out to my sister, she is exasperated with me. Saying I have been this way all my life and I need change.
The fact that this is an actual physical ailment eludes her. The fact that I just need simple reassurance annoys her.
She is too tough for sympathy.
I haven’t talked to my fairy god mother is weeks. I think she too is put off that I am sick and inelegant about it.
I wish I felt braver.
I wish I were stronger.
Two more drs tomorrow. Dermatologist and Surgeon.
My appetite disappeared yesterday.
Any feeling of well-being that came out of nowhere last week is gone.
Just have to embrace the suck.
Keep my head as best I can and embrace the suck.
