Today was that ever elusive good day, when I’m sure I can drive and be ok long enough for there and back and feel as normal as I can communicating with society. I wanted to accomplish errands on my own and maybe do something fun.
So much on how the day goes depends on my transportation, my funds, office/store hours (always check when closed for lunch), the weather, whether people are patient with me, etc..
I spent so long trying to plan it out and trying to decide should I go here or there that now I’m too tired and it’s raining anyway.
Mad at myself. Always mad at ms (refuse to capitalize disease) and it’s effing unpredictable, ever increasing, never ceasing symptoms.
OK. I feel better now purging. I know I’m heard and not judged here.
Hope today is a good day! 🫧 Go Phils! ⚾️