My body is rebelling.
For most of this week I have been fighting with obnoxious histamines from whatever the hell is in bloom in southern Arizona. Nothing is working to ease my symptoms and it’s pissing me off. I’ve avoided going anywhere because others would see me and think I was contagious. I look like crap.
Yesterday I had a small skin cancer removed from my left hand. Not a terribly deep lesion but now I have to be checked every six months. Damn.
I’ve been lax in my writing, stressed by all of this and wishing for escape. My one sweetness is Millie my beautiful German Shepherd. She seems to know I’m not myself. She curls up next to me on the couch or rests at my feet. She is very curious about the bandage on my hand. My baby puppy.
Poor hubby is having to look after himself. He’s stepped up and made his lunches, loaded the dishwasher, and been patient with me. I’m blessed.
Time to get my butt gear. Life is waiting.
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