I’m at the laundromat. There are about a dozen between here and where I live, but I stumbled upon this one and it’s charm stuck with me. If laundromats can have charm. Which this one does.
I found out that I have gastritis from all the ibuprofen I’ve been taking. And the stress of my constant struggles, but I’m going to blame the ibuprofen right now. Stress can’t be helped much. I don’t know when I’ll have the time to learn to relax. Writing and wasting time on the internet are the closest I come to being still and calm. Well, and watching my daughter sleep. That’s quite tranquil. But we covered that last entry.
I take the ibuprofen for pain in my feet, headaches, random injuries, you name it. I guess I’m a pill popper then. I didn’t think it was a big deal, but the erosion of my stomach lining is serious enough for me to stop taking it so frequently.
My six month sinus infection won’t go away. Another round of antibiotics will start tomorrow. I hope I can go to the gym on this one. I’m discouraged from life getting in the way of my health.
I guess that’s all tonight. I’m going to be hypnotized by the swirling clothes in the dryer for the next eleven minutes.
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