I know I haven’t been keeping up with these LB posts, but its because I’ve been okay for the most part and have gotten used to it there hasn’t been much to write about. But I guess I feel like writing about the subject.
I know there’s only 2 more left and I’m almost done. But, its been so inconvenient. There have been ruined plans because of spontaneous appointments. My family has been antisocial not going to parties because of me. Putting on long sleeves is such a hassle. I miss my full, thick hair. All I do is eat, so I’m getting fat. All of these places I could have gone but couldn’t because my mom being so worried I might get sick. And fuck. That disgusting, unpleasant taste I get in my mouth during CH. That uneasy feeling in my stomach like I need to throw up, but can’t. The fact that my family needs to pay $30 every time I have an appointment. That shit builds up. I mean we could use that money for so many other things. But no, because of me we’re losing at least $30 a week.
But, I’m almost done. I’m almost there.