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- 2 teaspoons of hotness
- a gallon of sensitivity
- 2 heaping tablespoons of playfulness
Blend together quickly and serve.
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Hmm....
I'd be more amused if it weren't for my doctor's appointment today. My blood levels look good... leukemic cell count, dunno yet. I suppose something like that would take longer... but, I did mention to the doctor the pain I've been having, how my joints hurt, especially my knees. How Aleve doesn't seem to cut it, anymore and how my initial declining of a pain medication may have been a bit rash in retrospection.
*sighs* The first thing he has to say is that it could be the cartilage in my knees wearing out due to the stress put on them from my weight... to possibly consider joint replacements in the future. My immediate reaction was, "That's impossible!" And, I did say that aloud... He also told me to consider bariatric surgery, weight loss surgery.... And.... *sighs* Of course, that made me angry and sad at the same time. My instinct angrily screams "That's not the case," but... of course, my mind can't help but toy with the possibility. What if I do end up with joint replacements? What if I do have to lose the weight that makes me feel so good and attractive?
I don't have much to say, except, once again... I fear the future. I'm going to set up an appointment with my primary care physician assigned to me through medicaid... I now need to know if there's any truth to my oncologist's speculation.
When I left for the appointment, Michael was in the shower, getting ready for work... Shawn had just gone to bed... and Joseph was watching TV. Joseph told me he was going to leave around noon, but... I had hoped he was still here when I got back...
Right now... I just really feel like I could use a shoulder to cry on... but, for now... my tears will simply have to settle for falling on my shirt...