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I couldn't drag myself out of bed until almost 3:30 this afternoon, in spite of being in bed at 10 pm last night.
And now I'm considering going right back to bed again.
The depression is lifting, but much too slowly.
Yesterday I saw my GP, who had me in for a second round of urinalysis after a test in December came back with blood in the mix. If three tests show blood, they'll start scanning. Could be nothing. Could be a kidney stone.
In the middle of all this, George and I are finally poised to get a new main graphics machine. Probably one of these with a 20" or 24" screen. Tomorrow we make a trip down to Advance to see them "in the flesh" and compare screen sizes.
I can't stop trembling inside. Things seem to be breaking apart.
Why do I even bother struggling?
And now I'm considering going right back to bed again.
The depression is lifting, but much too slowly.
Yesterday I saw my GP, who had me in for a second round of urinalysis after a test in December came back with blood in the mix. If three tests show blood, they'll start scanning. Could be nothing. Could be a kidney stone.
In the middle of all this, George and I are finally poised to get a new main graphics machine. Probably one of these with a 20" or 24" screen. Tomorrow we make a trip down to Advance to see them "in the flesh" and compare screen sizes.
I can't stop trembling inside. Things seem to be breaking apart.
Why do I even bother struggling?
