So...

I think I may be coming out of the funk. Maybe. January was just a rough month for me. Rough because I just didn’t feel well and I called my doctor’s office and kept getting referred to the nurse even when I called and specifically requested an appointment. They just weren’t going to let me see my doctor. I was tempted to just go to my general doctor instead but I have a great fear of looking like a hypochondriac. I get very anxious about going to the doctor because I am convinced that I will go and all of my symptoms will suddenly disappear and it will all have been in my head. Anyways, I got better… mostly. I’m convinced there is something wrong with my intestines but I could just be acting like a baby and besides, when in the hell would I go to the doctor. They don’t ever seem to have any appointments before I go to work or after I get off of work. Who’s idea is that anyways? Are most patients who need to see a doctor for something that is not an emergency either too sick to go to work or unemployed/retired? You’d think they’d have a late day or two a week or something.

Whatever. This year started with a very painful, cracked, filling and while it has improved, it has only been a marginal improvement. It has improved on a 3 degree incline. About. WebMd is my bane. They really should have some advice that says something like, “It’s normal. You are just getting older. Get over it already.” You know?

I haven’t completed any projects but I’m almost finished with my sister’s wedding kimono and may strangle her with it when it is done. That damned fabric is so slippery.