Another migraine today. I went almost two months around the New Year with nothing but very, very mild ones, and I really, really thought I was done. Now they won't stop. I can't afford more rx meds and I went through so much last summer when they were bad. I know they have to be because of my stupid hormones fluctuating and not able to make up their minds.
I had an old friend stop at the store yesterday and we chatted. She warned me that she had to have a hysterectomy because she found out she had uterine cancer right about the time she was going through menopause. She's 82 now. A part of me, that part of me that was created in 2022 and still sits dormant inside me, wouldn't mind getting cancer. Take the choice away from me. Let me go. But then she said, "I don't want to lose you. I don't have enough friends left." As a fellow Trump hater, we got to stick together around here.
I'm just so tired of the pain, both physical and mental.