Would you like to listen to me complain that I have the flu? Share with you that I have had diahrrea and been vomiting for the past ten days. Maybe you would like to know that my anxiety and stress levels are through the roof? On a scale from 1- 10 (highest), I live at an 8 with chronic neck, back, hip and leg pain. Did you know that my equillibrium is off and I trip and fall? Any interest in my constant fatigue? It tires me to even type these words to gripe to you. I shall complain no more.
Instead, you will be happy to hear that I am blessed. I am blessed to be able to go to the mental health facility five days a week to learn coping skills for my anxiety and stress. I am blessed that I am able to go to the Santa Barbara VA clinic to be treated by Barbara Johnson, Marjorie Ferguson, and Martha Barsante. Mario was kind enough to run an entire set of blood work to check all my levels. I have fun joking with Mario that I think he is a vampire with all the blood he draws. I am blessed that soon I shall be going to physical therapy in Santa Maria to help with my gait and my equillibrium problems. Macy's is kind enough to supply me with my daily spray sample of cologne. Today I am wearing Gucci. Yes, I am blessed to smell like a million dollars. Not only smell, but also clothes. They say the best dressed homeless live in Santa Barbara. Wearing Calvin Klein jeans, a Polo tshirt and an Izod pullover sweatshirt gives credibility to that statement. I am blessed....
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