salt

[carlyinrome]

Mood continues to fall. Steady decline, like a semi without the power to crest the hill. All cylinders firing, and ever slipping back. Getting into worrying territory, I think. Don't want to make an appointment with the pdoc until my blood work for the surgeon comes in and I know whether we need to think about getting rid of the Lamictal. I am safe, it's just long days of pain ahead. Luckily, I have nothing I need to do in the coming days, so I have the option of hiding in a pillow fort in my bed, wrapped in a blanket with my doggies cuddled against me, and trying to shut it all out. I rarely take this option, however. Brave face, chronic illness guilt, what have you. I am the salt in my own wounds.

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[elucidate_this]

*gentle hugs*

[carlyinrome]

*hugs*