I might as well write this before I can’t. This week has been… stressful to say the least. Over the past 3 weeks my body and soul has been under attack. I’m really glad I went back to the dermatologist to figure out these sores. Herpes ain’t no fucking joke. I don’t ever remember it being this bad. My whole face has been hurting. Constantly. The valtrex is helping. I can tell that it’s definitely the right thing. I can feel the tingling and firey pain subside. It’s one less thing for my body to have to battle.
I’m close to my breaking point. I’m so fucking angry. It’s building. I feel it. It’s there. Yesterday the pains in my arm got to high alert status. It felt exactly like my clot from 2020. As that day progressed, I felt worse and worse. The lightheaded feeling was the worst. It felt as though as if my body was in marathon mode. The panic set in. My body kept telling me get to the er. I sat at home for 3 hours. Just trying to get the feelings to pass. I caved.
To my surprise no clot. Anywhere. Yet the strange feelings continue. The buildup to today was so exhausting. I spilled my story to the MRI techs. They both genuinely cared. As I showed them the pics. MRI went fast. After I got out, we talked more. I told him to make sure that the doctor notes that it must be investigated thoroughly.
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