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Some Say I’m a Dainty Puker

Well, isn’t that just about the sweetest compliment one can get? My mom picked me up so I can sleep at her house as she will be driving me to the surgeon’s office tomorrow morning. This is the long-awaited appointment to possibly be cleared to drive and no longer have to wear my neck prison.

Right before she got to my house I was throwing up in a garbage bag. It was the closest thing to me and I did not feel like moving far enough to puke in a decent place. I would have thrown up on my cat if need me. I don’t care at this point.

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My life, but more delicate, not that Niagara Falls shit that lady is doing. She clearly is making quite a large mess

Anyway, we went to the store to grab some stuff, on the way back to the car I stopped walking and just started throwing up in the parking lot. My mom patiently waited for me to finish and then handed me a tissue, because she is still a mom that is always prepared for anything.

She got me a sprite, we drive down to the house that my mom, dad, and sometimes me have been renovating. We chatted on the drive, I was doing fine. Once we get to the house I start throwing up in the bushes. A decent amount came out, considering I have almost nothing in my stomach. I wipe my mouth and look around the house to see how it’s coming along.

We then began our short drive to my parents’ house. I held up a Lowe’s bag thinking I might have to throw up again. False alarm. My mom looks at me and says; “you’re so dainty when you throw up. You just kind of dribble it out.” That wasn’t the exact quote but I can’t figure out how to put her facial expression and hand motions into words. She went on to talk about how when I was in the hospital, I would just politely throw up into my puke bag and then continue resuming my conversations.

I loathe throwing up. I do not feel the need to make the gross puking sounds. I feel like that’s more of a man thing. Being very loud and dramatic so we know how sick and vulnerable they are (sarcasm is thick here). I’ve heard this before actually. I’ve been called a delicate, elegant, quiet, gentle puker. I think I should take pride in that? Maybe? Can delicate puking be placed on my resume under additional skills and qualifications? I’m kind of serious about that?

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I’m still in so much neck pain, my hip aches.

Now onto my hip. I think this is related to the puke. My right hip has started to ache when going up and down stairs. Dahmer’s bones are getting up there in age. Maybe his arthritic hip is attaching itself to my bone. He’s kind of a dick like that. I also think that he may be responsible for my puking. Remember, I’m a vegetarian. He was a cannibal. I think he wants anything that isn’t human flesh thrown immediately out of my body and that’s why I’m feeling so sick. There are absolutely no other solutions for these 2 issues. I’ve solved the puzzle, but I haven’t found the solution. If you all think I’m going to become a zombie in training, you are sadly mistaken.

I’ve just spent a solid 30 minutes trying to find a pic of Jeffery Dahmer on the internet to post here and none of them would let me. Pull it together google and WordPress. So, just google him yourself. Look at his face and tell me that if ghosts were real; that that creepy horrible man wouldn’t find his way back to resume his shenanigans. Because I think he would. He did find his first little loop-hole in the shape of a tiny iliac crest bone graft filler.

I need to figure out how my bones can put his hip parts back into their own little hip prison where they can’t try to take over my body. I’ll update on the restriction status tomorrow, unless I’m completely overtaken by Mr. Dhamer. He’s clever that one, but I’ll always be one step ahead. Hopefully………..

Apparently Anyone Can Be a Doctor

Yesterday was probably one of the top 15 worst days I’ve experienced in my entire life. The rollercoaster of recovery is frustrating. I showered, it had been a couple of days since I had. I did not smell like roses. I started with energy and was actually feeling pretty decent.

As the day went on, a sharp and throbbing pain in the back of my neck kept getting more intense. Ironically, I was working on paperwork for my lawsuit due to this accident. I was filling it out in a way where my neck was comfortable, supported and was awkwardly filling everything out. My mom called me in the middle of me working on that to check in on me. I got short with her because I told her I was in quite a bit of pain. She told me to call my doctor. I’m stubborn and hate calling anyone. We had a little baby fight and I told her I needed  to get off the phone because I was in fucking pain. That’s what I said to her.

Then, I started throwing up. The more I threw up the worse my pain became. The pain increasing led to me throwing up more. I was puking and ugly sobbing into the toilet. I rated my pain as a 7/10. That is super high for me. I finally caved in and called the Dr.’s office.

I was sobbing so hard it was difficult for them to understand me. Basically, I was told there wasn’t much they could do since I don’t do well with narcotics. I told them I wanted to die. I reassured them I wouldn’t do anything, but I was desperate for relief from the pain. I’m not going to lie, I really REALLY wished I was dead it felt so terrible. So maybe I was more like a 9 and I just need  to get over my pride of thinking I’m so tough. I whine and complain about pain, but I rarely cry over it.

I was desperate so I agreed to take Vicodin. You can’t call in narcotics to pharmacies you need an actual physical script. I can’t drive still, because I haven’t been cleared by the dr. and his office is about 35 minutes from my house. I called my future ex-husband. He didn’t answer. I called his office and asked if he was around and that it was urgent that I needed to speak with him. He wasn’t there, but his dad spoke to me on the phone and said that he would make sure he got approval to drive down there and pick the script up for me. Then the ex-hubby called and had heard from his dad, I filled him in I was sobbing and puking. He suggested I go to the ER as they can put something in my IV and get the pain addressed more quickly, since they still needed the script and wait for it to be filled at the pharmacy.

I didn’t know who to call. Everyone I know is working and I don’t have a large support system. I called my next door neighbor, who I’m friends with and she was conveniently about to pull onto our street. I was still sobbing and semi-hysterical and she said she would take me. So my sweet neighbor/friend took me to the closest ER.

We get to the ER I’m throwing up into a bucket. Nothing but bile as I had nothing left in my system. I was puking due to the pain. The Dr. came in and was very dismissive. I told him that I had ACDF surgery 3 weeks and I day ago. The “A” stands for anterior. If I had a PCDF the “P” would be posterior. This is stuff you learn in basic medical terminology classes. Anterior is the front, posterior is the back. This jackass looked at the back of my neck. Asked me where my incision was. This condescending douche was pissing me off. I was crying, he saw my puke bucket. I told him that I had recently taken the Valium and Flexiril that had been prescribed because I do poorly with narcotics.

He reported that I couldn’t take NSAID’S due to the surgery I had. My surgeon told me I can’t take any for at least 1 year post surgery. So Advil, ibuprofen are out of the question because anti-inflammatory’s can interfere with the fusion actually fusing. I’d like to reiterate that the Dr. in the ER even stated that I can’t take them.

Everyone following so far? So he then tells me that he can give me Valium, I told him I had recently taken that and I don’t want that because I have it at home. That I am in so much pain I can’t stand it. He was very dismissive. I told the nurse I was frustrated because I didn’t feel like the Dr. was listening to me and I was in a lot of pain and needed help. I told them I get very ill when I take opiates.

After 1 1/2 hours of my crying and puking, someone comes in with meds. At least 90 minutes after seeing someone sobbing, puking and it was obvious that I just had major surgery. I was wearing the neck brace. I’m impatiently waiting. They gave me Valium, already have that shit in my system, Zofran (anti-nausea), and the Toradol. I asked what Toradol was and what it was for. The nurse said the Dr. suggested and approved this medication. It is a non-narcotic medication that can allegedly help with muscle spasms. This mother-effer who said I can’t have NSAID’s prescribed me a NSAID. Are you messing with me right now? I asked why I was given it and he kind of backpedaled and didn’t really say much. I was livid. Then after I was already injected with the Valium they had me sign the consent to treat form. I know it’s just semantics right now, but aren’t you not supposed to sign any type of documentation for 24 hours after you’ve last taken a narcotic, muscle relaxer or a benzo? Pissed me off.

Then the Vicodin script that was given to me, my ex tried to get it filled for me. 2 pharmacies didn’t carry it at all and the third said to fill the script they needed insurance authorization. So when I said the other day that it could go fuck itself. I should have saved that for yesterday. I was discharged with little pain relief. My neighbor drove me home. She was so sweet, I was crying and feeling awful.

Then one of my best friends, Tanya, came over. We normally do our podcast together on Thursday nights. She just came to love me, take care of me and watch a movie with me. She’s amazing. So, basically almost the entire time she was at my house, I was puking on and off. There was a point that I was sitting across from her on my bed and was puking in my little puke bucket. She made me laugh mid-puke and it splattered on her hand. We laughed, but that is some serious friendship right there. So Tanya, I love you anyway, but so much for just being with me when I needed someone.

I puked several times through the night and several times today. Not the most fun I’ve ever had in my life. Called my Dr.’s office again to speak with the surgeon, because while everything else feels better my neck feels awful, even with how I feel right as I’m typing this. And this is with Vicodin and Valium in my system. Waiting to hear back, we’ve talked on the phone several times in the past few days. I just hope I didn’t mess up the fusion somehow. This is awful. And I was starting to have some good moments, and good days.

I’ll update you when I find out what is wrong, if anything is actually wrong, or if pain is normal. ER Dr.’s are not always very good, more often than not, I’ve found some pretty crappy ones. My surgeon is awesome but out of town. I hurt. I have the best of friends. I have the best neighbors and friends. I have amazing in-laws that help me out even though their son and I are divorcing.

Also, I felt bad pursuing a lawsuit initially, I don’t want the lady to be stressed out. But after yesterday I don’t give a flying fuck what anyone thinks. I am in hell. I want to rip my spine out. I want my life back. I want to be me. I want to be free. I want my sense of humor back. I want so many things. So many of those things were taken from me because a careless driver slammed into me at a red light where the car in front of me and myself were at a full stop and had been so for a few/several seconds.

Wishing everyone great friends to help them through the difficult times, the ability to ask for help (you aren’t weak for asking), pain free necks and Dr.’s that aren’t completely useless. XOXO

I Hate The Phrase “Fake it ’til you make it.”

You fake it ’til you make it. What is that? I hate when people tell you the pretend to be ok, and then one day it will magically we the wonderful way. I hate when people say “it could always be worse.” That diminishes my experiences and how will that help me feel better or heal more quickly. I can’t remember where I heard this or read it, but I love what I’m about to say. SAYING SOMEONE CAN’T BE SAD/UPSET/DEPRESSED BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS IT WORSE THAN THEM, IS LIKE TELLING SOMEONE THEY CAN’T BE HAPPY BECAUSE SOMEONE HAS IT BETTER THAN THEY DO.

I carry that with me, and try to remember it often. Everyone is entitled to feel how they feel. Just because someone has it better or worse than they do, has no bearing on your own feelings or experiences. We are so quick to judge others and believe we are entitled to tell other people how to live their lives. Unsolicited advice is thrown around all day, every day. I’m sure most people don’t have malicious intentions. Nonetheless, it is annoying and pisses me off. I hate having others tell me how to live my life, how to parent, how to feel about my depression, how to be grateful for my neck surgery. Back the eff off!!!

Maybe I should be grateful. Right now this is not helpful. I’ve actually had an extremely emotional weekend and have cried a lot the past few days. I hate pretending that I’m doing better than I actually am. I feel the pressure to be strong. I feel pressure to say I have no pain because the surgery was meant to relieve it.

The truth is I am really struggling. Like I’ve written about before the arm pain, numbness and tingling are 100% gone. No nerve pain going down my shoulder-blade. My neck is really hurting me. Like sharp, shooting pain, similar to the pain I had before the surgery and before the pain spread to my arms and shoulder-blade. People tell me it will all be over soon. What is your definition of soon? When you’re having an easy day time flies. When every day feels like a struggle it feels like time slows down. I feel like I’ve been cooped up forever.

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I did run a couple of errands with my mom yesterday afternoon, and that took all my energy and my neck ended up with shooting pain in the nerve in my neck. Hopefully, it’s irritated because there were screws and a plate inserted inside my body. Other than that, I’m lonely. I don’t want to ask for help because all my friends have their own lives, their own plans, family to take care of. I don’t want to be a burden. My mom has also done so much for me, she does so much for my family and her friends constantly, so I don’t want to burden her more. It breaks my heart the I have to rely on her quite a bit lately.

I’m sick of the restrictions. I’m sick of not being able to drive. I’m going stir crazy. This doesn’t help with my depression at all. I’ve really noticed that I cry at everything this weekend. A friend of mine said that the anesthesia can mess up your body for a very long time. I am always sensitive and a bit of a crier, but this just feels overwhelming.

Don’t tell me this will all be over soon. Don’t tell me I should be grateful. Don’t tell me to do or feel any specific way. I don’t want the advice. I want to kick your stupid kneecaps if you are annoying like that. I’m just struggling. A good friend of mine, who is my next door neighbor has been amazing. I came home from the hospital with a very sweet and lovely care package from her and her daughter. She also goes on frequent walks with me. I’ve been trying to walk every day, but the heat is ridiculous. But I’ve been doing it and doing it about 5 times a week. And I’d like to keep that up even after I’m healed. It is relaxing and nice to get the fresh air.

The moment I’m done with the walk and go back inside. I feel trapped. I feel all alone. I feel like a waste of space. I know my mom worries about me and I feel bad that I know she reads my blog. I know the things I write will probably make her worry about me more, which will just piss me off. I don’t need more sunlight in my room. I don’t need to do anything. I need to stop being in pain. I need to drive. I need my independence back. I need even a tiny shed of a decent life.

Some days, it’s just easier to plaster that fake smile and say I’m recovering well and am well in general. My mom and super close friends know I’m struggling because I’m short with them and whiny. I’ve done every single thing on the surgeon’s no-no list. Not intentionally, I swear. I’m tired of being tired. I’m tired of feeling like I’m not pulling my weight in any area of my life. I’m not working. I can’t watch my daughter by myself. I can’t feed my cats when they need it. I can’t drive. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.

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One day, I know I’ll look back on this and probably will say it flew by. Right this second I have tears welling up. I hate feeling lonely. My neck is a pain in the neck, literally. Ha. Mom joke. I find it interesting that before you have a surgery and have been struggling with chronic pain for a long time, people don’t notice, don’t pay attention or just don’t care. Once you have a surgery, for at the most a week, you get visitors and well wishes. Then you’re forgotten about all over again. I’m not saying I need constant attention, I just wish I didn’t feel like I’m doing this with minimal support. Yes mom, you are a huge support. She’s the constant, but I also feel like I’m draining her energy and that I’m irritating her. And we both get irritated with each other easily because we are so similar.

Also, I’ve found that even with my giant neck brace in the community doesn’t get me any more respect. I always hold the door open for people, not just injured people. I do it because it’s polite. When I go on walks, I feel like I have to move out-of-the-way of other people using the side-walk. They don’t seem to care, that maybe the stiff walking girl with the neck brace would appreciate having the right of way. Seems silly to be annoyed by that, but where did basic manners go? Why so much judgment from everyone? Even though I’m lonely, everyone is pissing me off. So that’s a dilemma.

Heading to bed. Thanks for just listening to my rants, whoever you are that reads. I enjoy writing. I do go on lots of tangents. Some not even related to the initial topic. My brain and thoughts move more quickly than I can write to speak out. It races. There’s some weird shit going on in there. Sometimes I wish I could use a remote to pause some of the super wild parts.

Before I say goodnight, I really really really wish one or all of you could smell my neck. Also, I want you to touch my neck and neck brace after I’ve gone for a walk, or even just stood there. It is a special treat. The grossness factor will not let you down, but you may quit being my friend for a few months. If I could capture the smell, I’d put it in a jar and sell it to a store like an anti-perfume. Kind of like in Monster’s INC. Brilliant ideas folks. I noodle them out from my head. Wishing you all safe nights, happy dreams and wonderful snoozes. XOXO

I’m Not Patient Enough for Recovery

I’m the worst patient ever. I usually am very supportive and a great caretaker for others. When it comes to me, I suck. I hate having my independence taken away from me. I hate having to rely on others to help me. I’m not good at asking for help, and I feel weak when I accept it. Being so restricted makes my depression come out in full force. I’m struggling. I’m surviving, but it’s not easy.

I’m still having some trouble with the nerve in the back of my neck. That part is rough, but it’s the only place where the pain remains. I have been getting migraines on and off. I never had them before the car accident. Like I’ve said, I can deal with most pain. I struggle when it’s constant or chronic. Migraines just through me for a loop. Never really even getting many headaches I’m at a complete loss of how to deal with it. They make me nauseous or throw up. I have no idea how people survive migraines.

I’m bored. Have I said that before? Get used to that complaints because it will be happening a lot in the next several weeks. I’m stressed about money because I haven’t been able to work in a long time and won’t be able to work for who knows how long.

This weight gain hasn’t been a basket of roses for me. The least benefit I could get from this crap is some weight loss, not even more weight gain. I’ve been walking almost every day. Sometimes more than once. In the heat! With sweat dripping down the front and back of my neck brace. Maybe I can freeze the brace, then put it on. They need an ice pack neck brace.

I keep over doing it. Then I regret it the neck day. I’m so impatient. I want to get better right this second. I had my last art therapy group last night. It was only for 2 1/2 hours, but my body was exhausted. My head felt like a million pounds, and I thought my neck would snap any second. Seriously? Just sitting exhausts me.

Then, because I am not a quick learner, I was extra active today. I was organizing my daughter’s room. I was sorting clothes with my mom, of what to keep, what to try to sell and what to donate. Such simple things make my body ache and hurt.

I recently started a podcast with one of my best friends. We talk about anything and everything and we have been having so much fun. While we were recording tonight, I guess even with the brace on I was at a weird angle and almost passed out. It was such a weird experience. I got all in my head, got the colored spots in my eyes, felt like I was struggling to breathe, and a weird sinking feeling like I was being choked. It was bizarre and scared me a bit. It’s probably my body telling me not to go to hard.

There is also this weird swollen area neck to my scar on my hip. Like not the normal healing from stitches. Not complaining, just weird. I’m exhausted. I wonder how long it really takes for me to be back to 100%. Will I ever be back to 100%? My surgeon told me I would have tissue, ligament or something like that, damage for a very long time from the whiplash. That is no joke. Some might not think what I went through in what might be described as a mild car accident, has really done to me. It has really impacted every area of my life.

I wish I could be positive and inspirational in some way. I bet even the most inspirational people have these crappy mindsets, they just don’t publicize it. Once again, this is real. I’ve had some tears today. Not a ton, but feeling sorry for myself tears because I’m already sick of all the restrictions. I don’t even know what I want to do with my life anymore. It’s hard to find the motivation to look into other career paths, and at times I don’t even care.

I’m rambling as always. I have a roof over my head. I have a precious daughter with such a tender heart. I have 4 cats that sense that I’m struggling and are being all cute and snuggly. As much as I hate asking for help, my mom have been incredible taking care of me night and day. She’s brought me down to spend the night so I could have my daughter on my days. And she’s been up to my house to take her to school and let me see her. I love my mom dearly, but she bugs the crap out of me sometimes. My mom is really an amazing woman though. I couldn’t get through this without her. She hasn’t complained. She’s making me feel loved and treasured and I’m beyond lucky to have my mom as mine. We fight sometimes because we are so similar, but we love the hell out of each other. If you read this mommy, thank you for being you and loving me enough to help me through the hell I’m trying to get through.

I’m sleepy and sore. Getting to the sleepy point where everything I’m typing is getting blurry. I hope you all have amazing sleeps, sweet dreams, and all the brownies in the world. If you do have brownies please send some my way please and thank you. XOXO

Why Don’t We Talk About It?

Why does our society keep real, raw emotions so secretive? We ask others how they are doing, while only really wanting to hear them say “I’m fine.” We are in too much of a hurry to give a shit about anyone else’s lives. For those that actually want to share their truth and the pain they are going through, they don’t feel like they have the freedom to express themselves. They think no one cares anyway, so why should we even try?

Some people might think my blog is too negative or too depressing. First of all, if you don’t like it don’t read it. Next, I’m being real. Right now I feel negative. I am struggling with my depression. I am in physical and emotional pain. I am struggling. I am in a rut. You know what else? All of those feelings are ok. We are humans and we have every right to express it. If it makes someone uncomfortable, that’s their issue. I think it’s brave and strong to be yourself and tell it like you see it when everyone else is telling you that you’re wrong. Maybe the one’s that are “too sensitive” “too honest” “a bleeding heart” are actually the ones who have life figured out. Ever thought of that?

I have been told ever since I was a little girl that I was “too sensitive.” I’ve been told I was “too nice” and “too caring.” WTF is that? That’s not a thing. I say fuck you to that. It’s like a badge of honor in our society to not express emotions other than intimidation, power, and anger. That gets you respected. When I’m “too sensitive” I’m reaffirming society’s stereotype that I’m a weak woman and won’t have anything of value to contribute to a certain job or society because I cry easily. I have a tender heart and I do not apologize for that. I will NOT apologize for it.

This is one of my favorite quotes; “the only way for evil to prevail is if good men do nothing.” by Edmund Burke. There are some slight variations to that quote, but what I’ve written is tattooed on the back on my right arm. It inspires me. It reminds me that even if I’m not doing the unacceptable behavior, if I see it and do nothing, I am just as responsible as the perpetrator. We turn our heads and avert our eyes to things we don’t want to acknowledge that they exist. But that’s life. That is why my heart is so tender. That is why I “care too much.” We already have so many people caring too little, I may not be able to make a major difference in the world. But I’m sure going to try.

I’ve been told I was grandiose and delusional because I want to save the world. Ok, that’s probably not possible. But who would ever try to put someone down who has that goal? Shoot for the moon and even if you miss you’ll land among the stars. I’d rather try too hard and fail, than sit back and pretend that unacceptable behavior is ok, because I’m not standing up for the ones that can’t defend themselves.

The way I think is more exhausting. It does add to my depression. I tend to be more cynical than most people. This isn’t to be negative. It’s to be real. I’m a realist and I’ve worked in addictions, mental hospitals, jails. I’ve worked with some of the most challenging populations and guess what they don’t need? Tough love. Someone else pointing out their flaws. Being told they are worthless and have no purpose. When we are allowed to see people as people, and really want to see them, you don’t just accept the good parts of them. You get the good, the bad and the ugly. I am judgmental towards people, I’m trying not to be, but for the most part I feel I see at least some good in others, after all we are all people. Every person started out innocent and we don’t know other people’s circumstances that brought them to make the choices they have made in their lives. They can’t change their past, I can’t change their past; but as a society we can treat individuals like humans. We need to have more of a community thinking. We are all selfish and try to get stuff, money and power for ourselves. Other cultures work as a team. They seem to understand what really matters; not materialistic stuff, overworking ourselves while ignoring our families, money. Our lives should be about quality. Quality time with loved ones. Getting joy in helping others. And having more experiences and less possessions.

I would put my life on the possibility that if we become more compassionate towards others; become more accepting, and more willing to help others then there would be significant decreases in crimes, less suicides, less isolation and feelings of worthlessness and being hopeless. I don’t have many followers on my blog and that’s ok. I’m just rambling here, but this is what I’m passionate about. We are all equals. I’m not better than anyone else, even if I were a billionaire that doesn’t mean shit. It’s my heart that counts. No one gets to choose who their parents are. We don’t get to choose the color of our skin. We can’t choose our financial situations. With all of these things being out of everyone’s control it confuses me that we judge others on stupid things that not one of us chose or had  any say in.

I have so many things to say on this topic and other related ones, my mind is racing and wanting to get it all out. Again, sorry for the stream of consciousness. I believe that violence is a learned behavior. Research has proven that learned behaviors can be unlearned. See where I’m going with this? It won’t work for everyone, it just won’t. But don’t judge a person on their history and their mistakes. Violence can be unlearned.

Let’s give people chances. Let’s help provide safe environments where we are actually interested in how a person is doing. How they are really doing, not the “I’m fine” because society tells us to do that weird shit. Let’s take an interest into things and people other than ourselves. I wonder what kind of a world it could be if each day we were just a tad nicer, a tad kinder, give one more person a genuine smile, a wave to a lonely individual. The little things matter, and the little things can become the big things if we get enough people who want to make the world a better place.

My post may not be easy to follow to be on the same topic, however, the way my brain works I see all the connections. I’ve had people tell me they would love to be inside my head for a day. There’s some deep shit in there. And some awesome as well. Venting, complaining, feeling sorry for myself; however you want to classify this post as makes me feel a little lighter. It’s ok for me to struggle. When I struggle it also helps me to think about the injustices in the world and if there is something I could do to help change it. I’m an empath and will always feel the pain of others. While it hurts my heart, I can handle it and hopefully be able to make the world a better place. Even a tiny bit.

Sorry, not sorry; for the serious tangent I went on. I felt like writing what I was thinking and it feels really good to get this out even if no one ever reads it. Honestly, it took my mind off some of the neck pain I’m having right now, so that is extra wonderful. Have good snoozes everyone! XOXO