Yes, I have no life. The post I wrote today about my weekend ought to prove it to you all.
I am happy even without having a life. It could be worse. I could be dead. That would be terrible. Probably.
Still feeling sick/ill and having pains in my stomach. Should go see a doctor but I’m scared of what they might find. That makes no sense, I know, but that’s how it is. Every time I’ve seen a doctor has been the beginning of some extended period of treatments, pain and suffering. The problems with my legs lasted for years and it was not thanks to the treatment by the doctors that they finally healed. Nobody even knew why they healed. Much less did they know why the problems started. So I am scared. I know I have to go sooner or later but I’m still scared. I have no need for more problems right now.
Ok, that was it. No more whining today.
Peace.
If you are having pain you need to get to the doctor. Waiting is never a good thing.
I know. I will have to. I guess I still hope against hope the pain will go away by itself.