It's 10:57 am and I am at home. 225. The scale is tripping, or I have on too many clothes, or I have to pee, or my sandals are too thick because I was 222 last night. Is traffic fattening?
I just came back from my visit with doctor. I love her office. She has art and poetry from her patients. I like that. She feels nice, kind, understanding. I felt gotten, heard. I need that. I got my meds. I won't take them until after my class today. I am looking forward to that because a good nap is going to be great. Although I slept very well last night and the night before. I called Valerie and asked her to pray for me. She did. I think that helped.