I hate to sound like a whiny old lady, but this anemia is kicking my arse. I cannot begin to describe to you how much I truly loathe the iron pills. I don't think they are helping me.
Besides being tired, I am angry. A low-grade anger that bubbles to the surface each time Certain Topics or Certain Persons are mentioned. It's all about Family and at this stage of my life, I was looking forward to peace, tranquility, and many happy Thanksgiving dinners. Instead, I've got anger, regret, annoyance, and more anger. Thanksgiving is going to be me, Rob, Cory, and three Cornish hens. Any other combination is only going to result in heartburn.
If I had the financial wherewithal, I would head to St. Croix. Or Alaska.
Heck, if I had the financial wherewithal, I would retire at the end of the year, walk away from this white elephant of a house, pack up my family and pets and head for Cleveland. Lot of good restaurants in Cleveland. From there ... anywhere the road and my Ford Expedition takes us.
Now that's a plan.
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