I have a new appointment on wednesday. I'm tired of appointments. I meet with my hematologist at 8am. They had a diagnosis for me and then they sent me a letter saying they'd been wrong. I don't think it was on purpose. I don't think she was just trying to get rid of me for months. I made them move up the appointment.
I'm sore all the time. I hurt all the time. Sometimes I feel as if I could just lay down and die. Sleep the long sleep. Now, before anyone gets up in arms thinking I'm going to kill myself. No worries. I think it's wrong to kill yourself. I just feel that if I wasn't trying so hard I wouldn't be alive. Like I've been willing myself to live and if I stopped I would just stop. I've been so sick.
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