...'til I have to see the ReproEndoGuy.
I have to get on the stick!
Haven't had my blood work done.
Haven't felt like being anchored to my orange piss jug (for the 24 hour urine collect), either.
Haven't felt like exercising.
Haven't felt like eating right.
... waiting for this "phase" to pass.
Oh, and Aunt Flo is kicking my ass from the inside out again... with jackboots on.
Two words for ya:
Containment.
Breach.
