The Bloody Doors Off

I need to get my foot checked out. There’s a near constant pain on the side. If I sit for too long and try to stand, it’s pretty damned difficult.

There’s a pinprick pain, occasional, in my arm just above the elbow. I was convinced for a time that I’d left a piece of plastic from the tag still in (even though I hadn’t, and it’s been through the wash already).

In short, I’m breaking down. If this is 47, I fear 48. And don’t get me started on 50.

Eye strain at work is getting to me, but I had my eyes checked last week and the left eye barely changed, and the right one hasn’t. I could get new glasses, but that’s a couple hundred bucks. Chalk it up to fatigue and tiny typeset.

I’m on 8 different types of medications (3 of them to help me sleep). Speaking of, I can’t seem to sleep until my alarm these days. I dream about work constantly.

Doctor, it hurts when I do this.

So don’t do that.

Then what the hell should I do?