I hate what my life has become.
It was 4 years ago last month that all this medical drama thrust its way into my life without so much as a warning.
Since then, my life has been on a funhouse ride of doctors, hospital stays, medications and new symptoms popping up all the time.
And I hate all of it! It’s bordering on the corner of ridiculous and insane.
I can’t even do simple things like go to the store, cook a meal, or walk to the mailbox. Forget going to do fun things like concerts, Heard on Hurd (a monthly festival in Edmond where I live), or the state fair.
I demand immediate return of my boring little life!
Yet, I know that life as I knew it prior to 2014 will never be the same.
I hate being virtually homebound, never having enough money to do even the most mundane things like getting a haircut or renewing my drivers license. I don’t like being on Disability and having people silently judging me because I have a SNAP card or need an electric buggy to get around the store.
I’d rather work, thankyouverymuch. But right now, that’s impossible.
I have a five year old Bachelor’s degree in mass communication that I haven’t been able to use because I got sick so soon after getting it.
And I’m a burden on my family. They haven’t specifically said so, but body language tells a different story.
I have way too much time to think these days.
I just want to be normal again, health wise.
Is that too much to ask?
I’m Stef and this is where it’s @ !~