Bring me home.
diaryland is a goodness.
2004-07-14 -- 6:19 p.m.

VISTA - Day 242

Wednesday

I had a physical therapy appointment. Then got a reaming from Steve about missing work. I don't care what he says that was not a gentle email. If I cannot see doctors I cannot work. It's as simple as that. I am not exactly capabable of working right now, but I have been gritting my teeth and pushing through in the hopes that I can get some relief from my treatment. Without treatment there is no hope of relief, thus no reason to keep trying to kill myself on a daily/weekly basis. As it is right now, I am neglecting other health concerns like getting my eyes checked and my severely scratched glasses replaced. I am sure /some/ of my headaches are from that.

I don't know what I'm going to do. I almost don't care.

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