|a pic from better days, enjoying the view of the city from the highest point in dayton|
I'm usually a tougher broad when I'm ill, but it's been hard to keep my mind occupied while feeling uncomfortable. I believe things are slowly improving, but there were moments when I felt pretty scared. It's hard to not be a bit of a hypochondriac when you don't have health insurance. Imagination runs a little wild and I've had some vivid images of myself just having to peacefully die on a McDonald's sidewalk somewhere. Just laying there with my arms crossed over my chest, fast food seagulls picking over my bones.
Anyways, I've been trying to get out of the house when I can, but it's also been difficult with having zero energy. I really do feel I often take my normally good health for granted and I'm determined to be a healthier person once I get past this. Matt has been amazing and I'm so grateful for him lately with how supportive he's been. I apologize for the whiny post but sometimes it really feels good to just vent.