Sunset on Summit - 196/365
"I have no business trying to be a person," I said to Mr. Wild Dingo as I once again clumsily dropped another item for no reason. These are the weird conversations that Lyme brings up.
It's hard to believe I'm more than half way through my 365 project. I've been losing steam lately on shooting. A change in meds is causing relentless migraines and more inability to focus. I still don't have any joint pain, so I still see that as a win. Last night I broke down and took the big meds to sleep. The headache was unbearable. And today I woke up with my heart racing like I was at the start of a big race or being chased by a black bear. Being that amped up for long periods of time actually physically hurts after a while.
At least I have these bitchin' sunsets going for me. Which is nice.
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