I'm getting my hair cut later today by another new stylist. This one came recommended, but by someone who has straight hair. I'm always skeptical about that. I really liked my last cut, but the man was so violent with those scissors, I was a bit frightened. Plus, there was no head massage. I'm not paying that much for a haircut without the head massage. So, hopefully this goes well. If not, it grows.
So here's some crappy stuff. I've been hurting a lot lately. I try not to talk about it because it depresses me, and when I say something people either act like I'm making it up or they try to "fix" it. But I'm getting so depressed about how quickly it's sliding downhill, that I figured writing it out wouldn't make it any worse. I have my next rheumatologist visit this summer. And I think I've come to terms with my life of being drug-free as over. The mere thought of sitting down for a 2-hour IV of poison every other week makes me ill. But the obscene lack of sleep I've been getting, piled on top of the fact that I can't even open a damn jar anymore is not doing anyone any good. I think this is what is called leaving the state of denial/anger and moving into depression/acceptance. See, recognizing it means I'm out of denial. Now don't we all feel better?
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