Alone 

Being alone is one thing. 

FEELING alone is something entirely different. I’m still broken about the judge’s decision. I have no hope. 

I sure wish my dad were here so he could give me a hug. 

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It’s really all about the math

This is my token whiny post.

I’m tired, scared, lonely, overwhelmed, petrified. I feel like I’m going to have a nervous breakdown.

I met with the new endocrinologist last week, he sent lab work, the 24 hour urine collection (which, I had to do on Saturday AND Sunday because Lab Girl didn’t tell me Friday the specimen had to be refrigerated!)…

Saturday I had a urine output of 4.4 liters. I wonder if there’s still blood in it? I’m sad that I forgot to ask/mention that to the endo last week.

Sunday?

5.8 liters.

So your next question I bet is, “How much does a regular person output in a day?” (Love my technical lingo?)

2 liters.

So it’s all about the math, really.

Tonight I’m feeling sad and scared. I just want my life back. The life I had before July 18, 2011.