I went to the doc today. The new diagnosis means I'm listened to, strange feeling.
I'm going to say the same thing I've been saying and I mean it just s much as the first time I said it. I hurt. From head to toe, I hurt.
I do not want to roll over and get out my Purple Pack of supplies that'll help me make it through this. I feel too tired, but I'm going to do it. I'm going to let myself cry. I'm going to let myself melt into the mattress warmed by the best blanket on earth. What a God send, that electric blanket.