Sad and Frustrated

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All is not well. The struggle with hair loss continues, but the desire to see my rheumatologist is nil. Cramps and aches abound, probably caused by red days, but the mood swings are killing me.

Sometimes it almost feels like I can’t breathe because my brain is jumping from one emotion to the next. And stress from the Mister-turned-Boss is choking me. I cannot even begin to describe how tired I am. Each day is just longer than yesterday. Like a never ending thing. Out of the frying pan and into the fire.

Sleep is in and out, as if it was my breathing that kept me awake. And when I open my eyes I see the darkness and the shadows cast by the faint light from a nearby construction site, and then the mind realizes it is not yet time to rise.

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