I’m just a big ball of whine lately. I hate whine. I can’t sleep again, the antibiotics have caused a big pit of acid in my stomach, my head still feels like it did before I started taking the antibiotic, and no explanatory phone call from my ex-doctor about how they could just abandon me with an infection and no meds. Crap, crap, crap. Also, crap. So skipped the antibiotic last night and stomach is not well, but better today. Got up late after not sleeping much at all, so missed the morning dose as well, but am going to take it late. Any minute now. As soon as I can tear myself away from the computer. I’m a mess, my house (for ‘house’ read ‘teeny tiny apartment’) is a mess, and I not only don’t have enough energy to do anything about it, I barely have enough energy to care. Being sick wears you down, especially when added on to the permanent being sick that is fibro/CFS, which wears you down quite enough on it’s own. So whine, whine, whine. And crap!