One of the problems with my depression is that I hurt some of my biggest fans (Yes, they will be annoyed at being referred to as fans).
It is not intentional, and I often don't even snap at them. They are just made sad by my sadness.
This weekend was bad.
My wheelchair has not charged and the power gauge has not moved since Wednesday. The parts are on order, but getting an ETA has been worse than pulling teeth.
I am in the last week of amiodarone, but I am not sure how much more of the constipation side effect I can take. I get constipated, take laxative, which works too well, and wind up with an upset stomach and more constipation.
It rained a lot.
I am falling more.
So it was and is bad.
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