I’m not usually one to feel sorry for myself, there’s always someone out there who’s in a worse place than me.  I just put one foot in front of the other and keep going.  Eventually, I get back on track.   But lately I tell ya, I’m just done with thinking like that.  It isn’t working anymore.  All the little things that go wrong and all the big things that go wrong are seriously out-weighing the good.

The saying “without bad luck, I’d have no luck at all” does seem to apply to my life..  And it keeps piling up.  To add to the pile, I won’t have a disability payment until the 2nd week  of January, transferring from short term to long term. That’s 5 weeks.. My family is helping me financially and I don’t know what I’d do without them but it just sucks.

More for the pile:  I’ve always had bad teeth but in the past few months they’ve gotten worse.  One of my front lower teeth is loose and the gums have receded so far down it’s scary.  I’m going to have to get them pulled and get dentures. And there’s the fear factor to add to the pile.  Low white blood cells from the drugs they are giving me could be a problem.  I have a dentist appointment next week to try and figure out what to do.  I hate going to the dentist.  And I hate needles.  Hopefully, I’ll make it through the holidays with the teeth I have because everyone will be off on vacation before I can get anything done.

Can’t I just deal with the cancer?  Does all this other stuff have to keep piling on me?  Crying doesn’t usually help much but these last few days I’m having a hard time not.  I seriously am just so done.  And yes, I feel sorry for myself.