I was trying so hard to think of something funny for this post, but I’m so buried in my anxiety over what I want to do with the rest of my life that I can’t even pretend to be ok for the internet. Late one night (I mean 2AM late in the night… early in the morning..? whatever you get it)
Me: So…. what are punjabi weddings like?
Jag: Well… [proceeds to go into a long explanation on all the crap you have to do for a month long celebration]
I’m so mentally exhausted by myself that I don’t even know how to explain how I’m feeling.
I never should have asked. It’s been tormenting me ever since.
Anyway, in the conclusion of my-body-is-trying-to-kill-me I finally had my last appointment with the dermatologist. All she did was say that there is no getting rid of my ultra burny-itchy-dry-as-hell skin and only ways to keep the symptoms under control and was promptly prescribed more medications. As for my blood, there’s no cure for sickle-cell anemia and the chances of me getting cancer… again… is 50/50. Migraines, I could go on a daily prescription as a preventative measure but that comes with a shit ton of side effects that I would have to take more medications for.
So pretty much nothing has changed 🙂