Well, where to even begin?
If surgery has taught me a few things it is the fact that you find out who your friends are. You know, the ones that say if you need anything then they never call or text. I also have learned that I am a lot stronger mentally than I think even though I've met my breaking point lately medical wise. It's tough when you find out that the hill you thought you've climbed is still getting higher and when you thought the nightmare of everything was over that it isn't. There are two ways of dealing with this, fall down and give up or just slap on that face and keep moving. I do say I have a pretty good poker face, I also do a good job of keeping things to myself. I had the fault of letting too many people I thought were my friends known my business and I am too old for that drama now. I have to start putting myself first. Easier said than done. My health is whats most important right now, and that isn't changing anything soon but I will just leave it at that. Basically to the point of if you are that curious then just fucking ask. Don't sit around and talk crap, because honestly I don't do that to you. #justsaying!
Sorry, a bit disgruntled lately with everything going on. My face is breaking out like a teenager and my doctor warned the new medicine may do that to me, I wasn't really prepared for that. Good thing I have some nasty makeup application skills.
So yeah that's my wicked amazing update full of bitchiness and grumpiness.
Keep calm and fight on because that's what hopefully survivors do.. Right now I got a mega diseases ass to kick.
