This past week I have been adjusting to my new life by myself. It’s a little akward but I believe everything happens for a reason.
I thought about the medication that was prescribed to me and whether I should take it. A lot of cons more then pros. Monday I was feeling sorry for myself. So many overwhelming things coming at me all at once that, when I came home, I sat here and I cried bitterly. I couldn’t believe how many tears I had in me but if felt like such a relief to let it out.
Yesterday I had to go to the dermatologist. It’s funny how I haven’t taken care of myself and gone to a doctor and now all of a sudden I am at the doctors two times in two weeks. I started getting what I thought were bites all over and it was so itchy I couldn’t stand it anymore. For me to go to a doctor, something had to be wrong. Well it appears that from the dye from the stress test last week, I probably had an allergic reaction. Initially I thought it was bug bites but the doctor didn’t think so. I am also still waiting for the results from the stress test last week but have heard nothing. I figured if it was anything that serious I would have heard by now.
It also turns out that I may have to move again. I have been having a problem in my place since about the time I moved in and it has been handled very slowly and poorly. Here I just moved my Mom a few months ago to be closer to me and I believe the place she is at now is the best one that she has been at so far.
Between the expense of the doctors and a possible move, I am trying not to get anxious and freak out like I normally do and take it one step at a time. I just wonder sometimes if there is a black cloud over my head.