Hi, it’s me. I’m the Grump.
Cold sores have long been the bane of my existence, but I really don’t need them right now. Which is probably why the universe sent me one in the corner of my mouth and one in my nose this time.
[Protracted swearing ensues.]
I am mad about it too. It’s unfair. I have quite enough to deal with. Also Abreva packaging makes me want to scream. And these cold sores always come with an extra dose of fatigue.
I almost didn’t make it to the bathroom in time this morning. The added exhaustion coupled with the nightly routine of my left arm falling asleep and flopping around without sensation on waking meant I couldn’t push myself up out of the bed to pee.
I’m going to divulge a little secret: I don’t need this shit and it’s making me cranky.
I also am contending with another round of IBS-C.
I looked into adjustable beds, but insurance only covers the hospital ones and nothing sounds less comfortable or more depressing. Sleep Number makes an adjustable bed, but the full size version of that bitch is $6,000.
I’m out of middle fingers.