It’s been a rough week. I have this thing, called costochondritis, that translates to my chest hurts. My breastbone and all the cartilage is inflamed, and it hurts.
It hurts to breathe, it hurts to move, it just freakin hurts. And on top of that, I’m coughing. I KNOW in my heart and soul, that there’s nothing REALLY wrong. But I still get scared. That old anxiety rears its ugly head and then the spiral starts. Sigh
The early Spring is bringing out the bugs. Spiders. Another addition to the anxiety recipe. Sigh, again.
I’ve gone through a whole lot of bullshit, and a little bit of pain isn’t going to take me down.
But I would really like a penny right now