Waaah
It's hard being a cheerful person having a shitty week. People have Expectations.
For the past three weeks I have not had one day in which I have been free of discomfort or pain. First I sprained my ankle, then my impacted wisdom tooth caused a massive infection that welded my jaw nearly shut, then having my teeth x-rayed in prep for the wisdom teeth removal led to another tooth getting a root canal and for the last two weeks my mouth has tasted like Black Death. I am so tired and beat down that when my friend and co-worker didn't get my text and pick me up this morning it took half the Hairspray soundtrack to regain calm and not overflow into tears. I wouldn't burst. I'm too tired for burst.
During most of this time I've still been cheery and happy, but I've reached a critical mass of too much meds, too many problems, money woes ($4500 worth of dental work scheduled in the next three months!) and never ever being comfortable. The Dude is very supportive, work have been understanding, but the sheer weight of always feeling a bit broken is immense. I am full of sympathy for people with long-term illness and desperate to stop being one of them. I'm not sure how much of this constant aggravation and discomfort and wrongness I can take.
I wish for three things:
- a healthy body that I will appreciate and feed healthy foods and not take for granted for at least two months I swear
- $4500
- a snappy end to this rather depressing post