Last summer, a little less than a year ago, now, a man that we had grown up with committed suicide.( Collapse )
I feel like I am dying, right now. I am on a slew of new medication for various newly diagnosed medical conditions. I always wonder when I’ll win the lottery, but in reality, I won the invisible disease lottery.
This new medicine is supposed to “change” my “life”. I’ve heard that before, when I was first put on topamax. It did change my life; my memory is now shot, and I stutter.
It was supposed to all revert, and mostly it did, except my memory, and a slight stutter.
I guess it happens.
So, I am on bed rest, for a few days. I will post when I have some energy, but that absolutely isn’t right now.
My parents and I moved across the country three days before my eighteenth birthday.( Collapse )
When I was fourteen, until the time I was eighteen, the only thing I ever wanted was to be a mother.( Collapse )
I try especially hard not to get sucked into purchasing antique photography, online.( Collapse )