I am hurting today, and I’m taking a social media break. I never feel more lonely than when I’m in physical pain and am actually alone. I have a doctor’s appointment at 3:30, and it doesn’t seem to matter what I do to distract myself, nothing really can get my mind off of how achy I am all over, and how my side and feet are all pins and needles and my lower back feels like it’s on fire.

In CA, we could just go to a dispensary and get some medicinal cannabis to ease the pain of this, but it’s illegal in Illinois for some reason, even if you have MS.

Adam would joke that I’m “soupy shorts” but I think the word for it is straight up “mopey.”