It's a Mousey kind of Life

Stress building

Went to the Urologist today and he wanted me to leave the catheter in. No way in hell and I told him so. I made a deal with him that I would keep him apprised of any further developments with my other physical problem (ie possible cancerous mass in my female organs).

I had an argument with one of my roommates yesterday. They all get on my nerves, but I will not be subjected to the belittling word beat down that happened on Sunday. We all have discussed it, and I may be moving out sooner than planned. I just would have to come up with a lot of funds and a lot of resources before I can do it. I am going to see Jacob (case manager) tomorrow and discuss my options.

I think I was overly nervous about my appointment today. I couldn't sleep last night, and I couldn't eat today. I got a diamond painting done last night but now I need to find a frame.

I'm still going through the murky swimming thoughts and constant tiredness. It turns into pounding pain when I try to write anything substantial. Going out today though told me that I have to move around more. It hurt so bad I almost turned back two and half blocks from the house. The only thing that got me to keep going was that godforsaken catheter.

Here's to things looking slightly up now that I don't have to deal with that.