I realized after I wrote it that the last post must seem absurd: I do nothing (it seems) but talk about my pains both psychological and physical -- here.
Out in the real world, it's different. If I'm moving slowly because I'm in pain, I'll let the family know. Other than that, it's all just business as usual.
I'm feeling slightly less squished because I worked pretty much the entire weekend to get caught up on grades and homework, but I'm definitely in a flare because everything hurts and I'm having trouble sleeping, too. My mammogram went fine this morning, and it's only one more week until my appointment with Dr. B, where we'll discuss what to do about my pituitary.
Off for ibuprofen, and bed.
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