April 15

One year ago.

I am so very fucking grateful for and to each and every one of you. For the chance to know you, even a little bit, for the chance to expand and connect and support and be supported. This has not been the best of years, but you all made it a little bit better.

Thank you.

I mislike going to the doctor.

Not nearly as much as some on my f-list, but still. It's pretty ingrained in me that you work through whatever illness you have by your own damn self, and that's that. Also, having to go to someone and admit that I'm not doing just fine? Very hard.

However, these allergies are getting worse and worse, and I continue to be exhausted and wanting to sleep for over 10 hours per day. The tired could very well be depression-related, but it might not be. I don't feel depressed right now, and I'm certainly familiar enough with the feeling. So, I have an call in to schedule an appointment with my doctor, and she will do bloodwork and possibly refer me to a nutritionist. I've also requested a referral to an allergy specialist.

I'm very glad that I work for a company that has a health plan that allows me to do these things for a minimal cost. I'm very glad that I have a job, period. These things are good and scarce these days.


However, none of that is making me any happier about actually doing all of this medical shite. But hey, I want to be healthy, right? I don't want to be Little Miss Sniffly anymore, that's for damnsure. And I don't want to continue to annoy my friends with my whining and wheezing. So off I go. At some point. When the office gets back to me.