This is me the other day, wearing the Fifth Pink Neckscarf, out for a job interview fair that went marginally better than the other 67 have gone. Which may or may not be saying much. Considering I once again didn’t get a job. The sun was in my eyes, forgive my glare.
I’m doing better. Three months ago today, which seems like such a long time ago, truth be told. Still sleeping obnoxious amounts of sleep, but you know, feeling more like doing things. Pain in the face is better, the cramping is better. More energy. Infectionfree for two whole months.
Too bad the weather has been so hot and humid lately. So the desire to walk has been overwhelmed by the desire to not drown in a puddle of slick.
Silly me.
Not that I’ve felt much like doing anything the last couple days, though. Two days ago I had a ct scan for my stomach, because it still hurts and stuff despite medication. Stupid antibiotics and/or pain meds side effects. Still there. Anyway! Point is, “you may experience side effects from the drugs we injected for the purposes of the test” is a wonderful understatement. I hate when that happens.
But you know, I’m not feeling like death warmed over. Believe me, I know the difference by now.
It just is taking a long time, and I sort of am taking the scenic route there, but I definitely am getting better. That’s a very good thing.
