In absentia…

I’ve been busy with work. Unfortunately, I am also getting progressively sicker. Crohn’s disease coupled with rheumatoid arthritis sucks, particularly when it is supplemented by worsening anemia. I am white as a sheet and having one heck of a time getting any sleep. Work hasn’t been calling, but that’s okay since I’m trying to get human again. I just wish my mother would stop freaking out about me every couple of hours. She insists on constant updates, which stresses me out, which doesn’t help. Harping about what’s wrong doesn’t make me feel any better or let me focus on just trying to live my life and get shit done. It instead brings on a pity party which I am trying to keep from developing into one of epic scale - I am like two steps away from metaphorically mixing punch, baking a cake, decorating with confetti and streamers, and settling in for a pity party like no other.

No thanks.
- M.