2336 used to be our home phone extension when I grew up. My best friend’s was 7926. (Yes, that’s how you know it was a very small place and the 80’s.) I still remember my dad’s old extension at work, 9—2486. Maybe I should memorize some people’s phone numbers? This reminds me, I need to update my medical ID on my phone with my current medication.
I’m running out of ideas and coping mechanisms, and, most of all, out of capacity to care. I barely made it through today. My body is screaming in pain. I’m crying as I type this on my phone. In my lostness, I google “intense muscle joint pain” and all I get is fibromyalgia, which doctors invented when they weren’t allowed to diagnose women with “hysteria” anymore; I cry some more.
Now is a bad time, get back to me later.