Sometimes...

Sometimes it takes me a little while to pull my head out of my rear end.
I think I'm halfway there.
You know, when you feel out of control, the first thing we should really do is find SOMETHING to control. It's all an illusion, of course, but we mind screw ourselves about so many things on a day to day basis- GO FOR IT.
I am very sad to say that I haven't had any caffeine today, and I will not. I don't have a doctor I trust, I don't like any of my options (and here you thought I really was a surgery whore!) regarding cysts in the first place- so what's left? ME. That's what. I don't even eat THAT shitty in the first place. I am not poisoning my body with alcohol or cigs and I don't eat red meat all that often...but clearly there is still an imbalance of some sort, right? So out goes caffeine, at least I only drink 1-2 cups a day. Hopefully the headache won't hurt too much. And for a few days I'll just eat as well as I can and see if that doesn't help those cysts. Maybe I'll get enough energy to run again?
Wabasha? Maybe.