So, after doing the WRONG thing for 83 days, I now have 17 days to come to terms with over two decades of chronic illness (with acceptance not resignation) and find a way to build a meaningful life within my limitations.
Nothing like a hot deadline to motivate a girl!
I think I’ll start by… napping.
Aw, c’mon it’s funny. Just because I’m a mess and my life has fallen apart doesn’t mean I can’t still enjoy a delicious bit of irony. (if you’re not laughing right now, you need some Florence Frickin’ Nightingale)
And clearly I’ve got my sense of humor back, so I’m gonna be just fine.
And also ’cause it’s funny: I was driving to the vitamin store today to get some licorice extract to try and jump start my adrenals – so exhausted I can barely sit upright, and this song comes on the stereo:
“I have…. very…. bad posture”
Yeah, me too Kurt, me too.