I can’t write so I’ll use my mad haiku skillz at 5am. Again, literally bone tired, this time medicated and still tossing and turning, restless and aching.
Mouth pain back in force
Agony of debu_lips
I’m happy but sad
Ouch I can’t even haiku. I’m set to get up in an hour to take Z to school.
Enough!!! I need a real doctor who is actually interested in making me better rather than having good survival stats. It’s called quality of life. I’m at the point where I would try just about any quackwackery to fix what ails me.
It may be time to break out Sis #2′s GREEN GOO!!!!