One year with treatment. One.

Don’t want to say more on that…I don’t have it in me. I will say I’m absolutely gutted. I have no one to talk to either. Everyone leaves…

I’m here in my old room. Moved a bunch of crap out of the way, set up the tv, rolled out the futon. It’s decently comfy, at least.

I think something’s up with a rib on my left side. It’s been this way since a couple days after the wreck last Friday. I don’t know for sure it’s a rib, but I feel pain when breathing. Sometimes it feels like a part of my insides pulls backwards when I do certain things, it really hurts too. I just kind of guessed it’s a rib because that’s where the pain comes from 🤷‍♀️ I’m getting an appointment with my doctor. I really didn’t think I needed any medical attention but I suppose I was wrong! 😑 I guess I was too laser focused on going to Longhorn. I didn’t let a dumb car wreck come between me and a rare filet mignon. 😬

I am very food motivated. In case it isn’t obvious 😅