I am still distraught about my Missy.
To make matters worse, her ashes, which I was supposed to have within 2-4 weeks, have not been returned to me, and it has been just over 6 weeks now. This is because THEY LOST HER BODY.
I am freaked out. I can't even function.
I just found out I have osteoarthritis in both hands. The surgery I had a year ago today may well have been unnecessary.
I got a couple other really scary diagnosis but I am not ready to go there yet. I just can't.
My psyche is really fragile right now
There's 7 feet of snow outside and I am trapped in my house. It sucks. Nobody gives a shit if I am alive or if I have heat, electricity, or food, water, insulin....