I just feel like I'm trapped by all the drugs I'm on, I say.
Amazing how I regress. Mumble. Acquiesce.
Amazing how I actually keep hoping.
He can't take on all of my care; he doesn't handle pain. He gave me the names of two neuros who do. They're not very T-accessible.
You know what I miss? Being able to have a job. My kingdom for a part-time bookstore job, man. Or something office-managerial.
My kingdom for enough brain and body to manage it. And for my brain to be reliable enough for daily writing.
...off to kid-wrangle. She cannot find her Girl Scout uniform vest, and we are both frustrated.