Ugh
As long as I don't move there's no pain.
I had to go downstairs for 2 packages cuz Pauley was not going to help. By the time I got back to my apartment I was out of breath and wheezing.
My COPD got bad over the last 2 years. Now I've got dulera and a rescue inhaler.
My hips don't hurt like I expected. My tummy doesn't hurt anymore. And I don't have a migraine. But both of my knees are very ouchy. And I've got a mass the size of half of a hot dog under my abdominal wall. It's basically a cyst from a testosterone injection. It really hurts.
I keep thinking I have plans for the weekend but the only thing I can think is I wanted to do a fun charcuterie board and movie night. I need to get grapes.
Next week Saturday is the curiosities and oddities expo. We're going with my QPP. We've gone the last 2 years and it's become something we really look forward to. I'm gonna try to find a really cool necklace and a new shirt. I'm gonna wear my baphomet shirt from last year. I decided I'm gonna wear my puppy gear to the expo. I'll have my partners take cool pictures so I can share.
Of course the week before that I have 5 appointments. I'm gonna really need to unwind and be surrounded by dark macabre trinkets baubles and tchochki.
I've been crying off and on for a few days. So much emotional weight on my shoulders. And I need to talk to someone who understands how scary it is to have so many health issues happening all at once.
I messaged my aunt over the weekend and she replied today. We chatted about health issues. I told her about what I have going on. My mom doesn't tell her about me. And I found out the only way she talks about me is to bitch about what topics we discuss.
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