I had a medical procedure done this morning. I expected to be able to work but unfortunately not.

Not my body,.not my face..No, it just has to be special.

We will see if I can work tomorrow. There is no one who can do my work well. They just don't exist.

I don't really feel well physically, and emotionally because these are complications of old injuries from the war. And it is upsetting that I still have to deal with that shit while the perpetrators had easier lives.

Ahhhhhhhhhhh

Seriously.

I don't have the time for my body being shit.

I done lot of crying today thinking about it and I am not supposed to do that. I need to keep my sinuses clear. And my anger away.

I have to deal with this shit for almost an entire month. It is going to be assy.

Ffs.

I know I am whining. It is just too much. I know that lot people wish they had at least the money to fix their health issues. Here I am with unlimited access to quality healthcare whining because it is too painful, temporarily.

I used to be tougher.

Then again, it is not the pain. It is the fact that I have to deal with the consequences of someone else's f uck up.

The time it will take away from my life.