Good morning my peeps,
I am having great difficulty just trying to pull myself together to get from my bedroom to the kitchen for coffee, then to the living room to sit down and drink it.
I feel so lost. I am having fear-filled thoughts...like, what if I just run out of time while I am waiting for a liver? How sick am I going to get before I might have a chance at a second chance? What if I get my transplant and my battered immune system attacks it and my body rejects it? You cannot live without a liver.
I am terrified. I am already dealing with pain that my medication doesn't even touch. I am experiencing debilitating anxiety. I am sleep walking again [something I do when my anxiety is high] Apparently my pain is great even when I am in an altered state of consciousness, John half woke me and told me to go to bed and I moved from one chair to the sofa saying, "Can't! My legs hurt too much."
I don't want to do this. I don't want any of it. It isn't fair. I want to scream at the universe but I feel like no one is listening. I feel lost and alone and defeated, like this will be my last great battle and destiny has already seen fit that I will lose.
My sadness is overwhelming today. ;'(