I think that, I should have written in this blog, quite some time ago, however, circumstances, did not permit
I was really phsically ill, with vomitting, nausea, coughing, and lung pain. It was an on and off thing. I went to the doctor's several times, and spent several hours in the Emergency Room of a nearby hospital., I was very sick, some days, Some days I wasn't as sick. Honestly, throughout this time, I didn't feel quite right.
I have asthma, and my lungs are suseptable to bronchitis, and bronchilitis. During these times I feel major pain in my lungs, and breathing is difficult. I can't take prednisone, which is the prefferred drug of choice by doctors. But prednisone gives me crazy, scary thoughts.
I have diabetes, so, it really doesn't help, if you can't eat.. Honestly, I dont know how I survive on my lack of appetite. It seems that I live on coffee and Coca-Cole, with an occasional meal at dinner time.
I felt down a lot of this time. I missed several days at my job, My body and my mind were imbalanced because I couldn't eat much, and I felt like shit.
Basically, I had no ambition to write. It happens when mental illness strikes
