Today was a bad day.
I was supposed to drive to the big city. Something I have done thousands upon thousands of time.
To see a doctor.
About having my tubes tied so that I can try yet another potentially deadly yet possibly life extending or life enhancing or life changing POISON.
But my body wouldn't let me go.
I got up.
I felt like I was going to throw up.
I had an anxiety attack.
And then the diarrhea started.
And it didn't stop for two hours.
Even with Xanax.
So I gave up today.
I put my jammies back on.
And I turned my electric blanket on high.
And I went back to bed.
And four hours later, I feel better.
The diarrhea has stopped.
I still feel nauseous.
I have never 'no called, no showed' for a doctor's appointment.
Hopefully they'll forgive me.
Today, I really don't care.
Tomorrow, I might.