bad day

I’m swollen and my meds are making me sick in new, fun ways. Ironically, I look pregnant. I’m so uncomfortable and normally I can get myself through the bad days by feeling like there is some sort of light at the end of the tunnel. For some reason, this time I’m having a harder time convincing myself I can outlast the pain.

I’ve resorted to doing whatever needs to be done to give myself a little relief.