Van Gogh-ed

If Vincent Van Gogh were to capture my pain, this is what I think it might look like.



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Location:Home

Tabled me

Getting to the Dr. T's only to have the A/C out in the front & sit in the heat was bad. My pain being so bad I was shaking with tears was bad. Getting home, the parents getting into a fight was bad. An hour after they ate & they still weren't speaking was bad. I finally went, cooked an Amy's dinner, got another ice pack, & Chai bunny food & went upstairs at 8 PM, carrying everything I shouldn't & possibly undoing the shots that had been done a few hours before. Can't certain things be tabled at certain crucial times?






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Location:Dr., home

Ice & drugs

This was my yesterday






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Location:Bed

Wants & desires

Me, sleeping almost solid for 2 days. My idea of hell.


In bed, actually enjoying myself is something I can only imagine, & pantomime.



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Location:Bed

D+ Day

Today if I had been graded, on how I felt, what I accomplished, & what I didn't, a D+ would have been generous.
After working for an hour this morning, for what seemed like the 17th time, I failed to figure out how to hook up my mom's printer...again.
I didn't manage to return a phone call to a friend.
Still haven't hooked up 'skype' to meet my nephew, & he is almost a month old.
Could barely get out of bed at 8 PM.
Was back in bed at 11 PM.




My pain was really bad today, but at least yesterday was ok.
Managed to clean out Chai bunny's litter box, much to her bouncing excitement : )
Dad got home safely from his 50th high school reunion in Atlanta.
I posted this, so I get the '+' on that D.

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Location:My bed