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So GP said the lung function results were quite good, but thinks they could be better ( honey i had a cold, viral bronchitis AND then covid the last few months do go on) so off to the hospital’s lung function people in june. because i just don’t have any life but doctors appts.

fine whatever. she has no interest in dealing with the perimenopause stuff and the meeting with her was rushed and indifferent so whatever. whatever.

I did research and got on an asthma med I’ve used in past that’s evidently good for chronic idiopathic urticaria, and so far, it might be helping.

THEN, S’s school has had wild random half days off, and easter day off, and soon may vacation days off and it means another chunk taken from my work time.

fine. whatever whatever. not like i was trying to establish a business and work or anything.

THEN R sprains his ankle and that’s left him half couch-ridden so now groceries, and meal prep is fully on my head so there goes another chunk of time.

Every time i sit down to maybe work i’m running running summoned running someone else needs my attention and i’m kind of at a fucking frayed edge and exhausted running mom mom housekeeping meals chores errands appointments school breaks oh what you wanted to do gem cutting in daytime hours fuck you nope.

I’m trying to be patient but i’m now failing. i haven’t had a goddamn minute to myself unless it’s the dead of night.

even when i’m sick i still have to muster up the go, and i’m just so very fucking tired of it.