Flashbacks

While at my old doctor’s office a while back, I was asked to describe my flashbacks. It’s hard for me to talk about, and her judgmental attitude just made it harder. The thing is, I don’t have Hollywood’s idea of flashbacks. My flashbacks aren’t guts-n-glory. I don’t have flashbacks of dragging a friend from the

Bleh

Blah. Boogers. Sorry I’ve dried up a bit. Pain, depression, lots of pain relievers, and a number of other things add up to me not being able to focus very well. I’ve gotten nothing done in days, and I’m just plain tired all the time. Yesterday, I also got a flu shot, and that drained

Dental Surgery

I’m taking a few days off from, well, everything. I totally look like a chipmunk, I’m seeing spots, and I’m nauseated. Also, sadly, I can’t drink fizzy things, or use a straw at all, which makes drinking a bitch. In the end, the dentist removed two of the teeth like they were held in by