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I have spent the last few hours trying to find the perfect words, the perfect image to convey what I am trying to say.

And I can’t.

I am spent.

Completely and utterly spent.

Fate.

Karma.

The universe.

Whatthefuckever you want to call it, has taken every single atom of strength I had left and I feel like a shell.

A shell of pain and woeisfuckingme.

I have given every ounce of strength I had left in me to deal with the last few weeks and now I am empty.

I have run out of pain medication – the only hope for more is another 6 hour wait in emergency or a couple of thousand dollar ambulance call out because of the trainee doctor I saw was only allowed to dispense three days worth of meds that I managed to ration out to last me five.

I have run out of space in my brain to deal with everything else.

I am going to indulge myself and lay here and wallow in self pity.

In my amazingly forcasted scheduled breakdown.

And take my anti-nausea meds and eat fudge.

The only thing I had the strength to make for Christmas and the only thing that wasn’t eaten.

Oh, it seems I have started the woeisfuckingme already.

Lucky you.

{I have some posts in draft that I may or may not post over the next few days/hours/whatever it takes to get my head outta my arse and reboot my awesomeness}