Well. Ouch.

One of the many health problems I deal with is acid reflux. Although diabetes is the true bastard in my life, gastro esophageal reflux disease (GERD) is the total dick beating me down like a bad boyfriend today. It hurts. My stomach acid is boiling its way up my esophagus and I kind of feel like a dragon who could spew out acid and ignite it.
~sigh~ stress is a bitch, isn’t she?
It’s my own fault. There is a prescription for omeprazole waiting to be picked up at the pharmacy, but yesterday I put work (or more honestly–money) over my health–again.
Idiot.
I. Am. An. Idiot.
I need to start caring about my health and my happiness more.
Dammit.
This impending financial doom of joblessness is freaking me out. I seem to keep sliding in and out of productivity. One minute I will be zipping along and working my butt off and feel great and the next minute I go all spacey and weird.
They say the universe does not give you more than you can handle. I need to have a small chat with the universe because I AM NOT AS STRONG AS IT THINKS I AM.
Eighteen more days. I can do this; 18 more days.
For anyone out there worried because I have been quiet on Facebook and/or unavailable by text/phone call/email please know I am doing the best I can right now and I am pulling back and gathering strength. I will be back; just give me a bit. Okay?
Love ya,
-H.

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