Back on it due to several complications from this past month.
The pharmacist warned it’d make me moody. I was reluctant for a reason- I have a love-hate relationship with it, but it is what it is.
And yet, here I am getting a bit emotional when I have a moment to myself with my thoughts.
I’m doing better, but not well.
But little progres is better than no progress.
It’s been awhile but I haven’t felt like updating my life. I think I only document the negatives, but I need to remind myself of the positives…
In June, I was able to drive back up from home without having an anxiety attack beforehand. That was a huge step.
So yes, I am doing better- messed up elbow, anemia and all…
It’s a three-year mark since diagnosis and I’m sick of being sick, but I constantly have to remind myself that it could be worse.
It it could be worse…