Here’s a picture of one thing I “waited for”- seeing my fave group, Pentatonix, live in concert. I told myself I could go that long. Then my husband was taking me to Vegas for his bowling tournament, but hey, it’s Vegas, I’ve never been. I told myself that after this trip, I don’t have to hold on any longer. I don’t have to stay alive out of guilt.
My chronic #nausea pretty much took over last month, with 2 trips to both Urgent Care facilities, and ER’s. Everything I ate...didn’t stay down. It went away, I thought yay! It’s done.
I’m now in Vegas, and it came back. Been sick for 2 days. Super fun.
I can’t wait to go home and see my kitties. But I’m ready to *really* go home. I’m so tired of feeling like shit everyday. NOTHING has come close to touching my migraines. It’s funny; I thought my bipolar or depression would cause me to want to #killmyself , but it’s the constant pain that I can’t escape.
Any old school Lutherans out here? Do you remember the hymn that starts with “I’m just a stranger here; Heaven is my home....” I’m ready to go home.