I'm up, it's late. I'm in bed watching my dogs sleep peacefully. I am also looking at my new prescription for sirolimus. I feel sick just thinking about it.
The day started out great. I just couldn't move this morning. I threw on some workout clothes and just sat in my kitchen.
I bottled up my anger and sadness all day. I thought I'd feel better after the doctor.
I can't stop crying.
I am exhausted.