So, Where Was I?

Before the old lady so rudely interrupted me by breaking her hip. Oh yeah, ME. And MY problems. The weird, ok not so weird for ME, thing about all my symptoms is that they just don't indicate one simple thing.

The muscle stuff is the Fibro. I'm pretty sure the pain in my chest is a combination of the Fibro/neck problems and gas. The doc has suggested a hiatal hernia which is probably the problem.

It's never been officially diagnosed, but discussed often. And since it really flared up after all that wood hauling, I'm pretty sure that is the problem. Because I also didn't have my daily constitutional that day and my entire pelvic floor has been killing me since then.

But the other things, I don't think they are related. Things like the lightheadedness, the spaciness, the oddly timed not really hot flashes but close, the oddly timed chills. Those could indicate an infection, but I don't have a fever.

Which means no doc is gonna even listen to that shit. My normal temp is always 97.4, so 98.6 for me is a fever, but they just don't believe that. Fuck em.

I've also been very irritable. I have no patience for my people any more. But what made me notice how irritable I was, was when I found myself getting really pissed off at the bitches for things they have always done, every single day.

And the gas. Oh it is so horrible even I can't stand it. It smells worse than the something crawled up my ass and died stuff!

So anyway, it's a beautiful day out there. It's supposed to get up to 50. The sun is shining and I'm wasting daylight in the house. I'm gonna get my ass outside and get some work done today.

Oh and Happy Thanksgiving and all that shit everyone!