I wait. Every morning I wait. I wake up knowing that I am going to feel completely awful. I struggle to get out of bed, feeling hungover from my nightly meds and exhausted even though I have slept.
As I move around and stumble to the bathroom, I start taking an inventory of all the areas of my body that are painful and screaming for attention and relief.
I make my way to the kitchen and stare blankly into the refrigerator in an attempt to locate some form of breakfast that my tastebuds will tolerate, even though I’m not at all hungry.Read more on themighty.com