I do my little routine in the morning: feed the cats, get the coffee, drink the coffee, read the email, check out my blogspot, my xanga and myspace (xanga gets most of my attention lately).
Today I had a place to go; a dr's appointment. I need them to shove a tube down my nose to see if my esophagus is, as I have told them, unhappy or possibly precancerous.
Upon returning home I am overwhelmed with anxiety about nothing in particular. It's as if I am afraid of not-being. I have an appointment with my shrinker today and I am fighting the urge to take an I-don't-care pill because I want to show him how I get.
I am applying for ssdi and there is no way I can work during that time. I am so worried about money. I suppose I could do a tag sale. I could sell crap on ebay. I couldn't give this body away so selling that's out of the question >snerk<
Gonna have an Endoscopy on the 27th. On the 30th I go for implant swaps. Can't decide if I want to proceed with that or just have the plastic surgeon fix the flaps of skin under my arms and just let the rest go. Man, I have almost 2 hours to go before Dr. A. German's home. I'll go pester him.
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