Sitting in the recliner eases my headache. And how have I missed Dr. Who? Maybe Dr. Who eases my headache? That doesn’t ring true. Regardless, super thankful for relief! Just the mildest occasional pang in the area of the hole in my head. I miss the days of running around. Jumping in my car and running errands. Taking care of life. Visiting friends. Visiting family. Working. Grocery runs. I really liked being helpful. I think I even accumulated confidence in my ability to be helpful. It’s in my face on the regular that I’m not helpful. I hate asking for help, too! Ughhhhh! I still feel like I’ll be fine and right one day. Thankful for hope. And Dr. Who.
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