As much as I said I wasn't expecting a miracle, I had hoped for something good to happen.
Everything is still hurting. My arms and feet are just aching to beat the band. My head is grumpy as fuck.
The meds the doc gave me to help with the headaches is also an antidepressant. I know I can use one of those in my life. But right now I'm a weepy grumpy mess. Every little thing is making me emotional. The pain I'm in is making me emotional.
I just want to feel ok again.
And no one seems to give two shits just how broken I am.
My mother keeps calling but it feels more like she just hates not knowing what is going on. She always ends up complaining about how much her life sucks. And she always calls when I'm eating. So I end up feeling ill and my head hurts worse.