My physical therapist is pleased with my progress on my arm. I'm trying to be. It's so hard not to get hung up on how far I have to go. It's far. Boy is it far.

Today I see the doctor about my thyroid. My mother has been calling family members and giving them a gloom and doom report. I guess according to her I'm possibly dying. Yeah. I sure feel like it ....

I'm seriously depressed again. I'm not happy. Not in my relationships, work, or life in general.

Blah.

I know it's all *mental* but that doesn't make it not exist. That is what the drugs are for!

::If at any point you don't like my opinion::
::you don't have to share the same::
::Isn't the free world amazing that way?::
::Individuality rocks!::

::The people in my diary are just that, people.::
::If you think you are one of them,::
::then only admit it if you are one of the good ones!::
::If your are hurt and offended thinking you::
::are someone negatively mentioned in my diary,::
::stop doing what you are doing!::
::Perhaps you'll see me write nicer stuff about you!::
::If you think you know me and::
::are dying of curiousity, email me.::
::I won't promise to tell you,::
::but at least I'll know you're out there!!::