You must watch this video to grasp the thinking behind my title.
I am officially fighting the urge to freak out and give in to the crying mess inside of me (yes, me the noncryer has been on the verge and even produced some tears over the past 3 days) that's trying to break free. I feel like I'm falling apart physically (oh wait, because I am!) and mentally (this is where the "Keep It Together Man" comes in), but thus far I am in tact spiritually (good timing with Conference this weekend.) I don't want to whine, but I'm gonna.
My back is still a mess, though I haven't had any more near-pass out episodes, and Paris looms. Paris shouldn't loom! Paris should entice and intoxicate and fill one with anticipation, but for me right now Paris is a taunting, frenemy.
Not having insurance, means that any doctor or chiropractor visit I manage this week will be a serious stretch financially while already in the middle of an uncomfortable preParis stretch as it is (my back hurts, I'm in no position to stretch). I've already been stressing about shoes, taxi fare, food, museum passes and incidentals, and have not been planning on a doctor visit!
Here is Landon imitating my current state of woe.
Another lovely ailment that has been plaguing me is the psoriasis on my scalp. I've had it forever (it doesn't go away) and can usually keep it under control with a prescription. Of course, I ran out of it months ago and have been suffering ever since. It is so bad now that Randy sucked it up and went to get my prescription, only to find that it was twice the already horrendous cost we were expecting!!
I cried.
I'm sick of eating humble pie, I've been served more than I care to eat.
I am consciously trying not to give in (all the way) to the strong desire I have to feel sorry for myself and give up, but it is hard.
**How do you keep it together?
Can you believe the price for this prescription?
Would you slump down and cry?
Do you have any rich relatives who'd like to sponsor me?**
Comment Window Tidbit: I can do hard things!
