Do you ever feel like your life is one big, bizarre cycle of repetition?
Sometimes I feel like Sisyphus with his stone, rolling it over and over again up the hill only to have it make its way to the bottom, where I have to start over again. The same stone. The circle of life. As Stephen King said, SSDD.
I'm having pancreatic/liver drama again. Blah. The details haven't changed much from this post written three years ago. It's pretty sad.
I was in so much pain I spent most of last Wednesday in the hospital. I am going to the gastroenterologist today. Again.
I guess you can tell how tired I am of all this by the brevity of this post ... my blog posts are usually overly wordy, if anything.
It's just funny, there are some other things that are going on that remind me of things that have happened before. Over and over and over again.
This is chicken broth. Fat-free chicken broth, in fact. It's delicious...well, not so much.
I'll just keep pushing my rock. What else are you going to do?
Sometimes I feel like Sisyphus with his stone, rolling it over and over again up the hill only to have it make its way to the bottom, where I have to start over again. The same stone. The circle of life. As Stephen King said, SSDD.
I'm having pancreatic/liver drama again. Blah. The details haven't changed much from this post written three years ago. It's pretty sad.
I was in so much pain I spent most of last Wednesday in the hospital. I am going to the gastroenterologist today. Again.
I guess you can tell how tired I am of all this by the brevity of this post ... my blog posts are usually overly wordy, if anything.
It's just funny, there are some other things that are going on that remind me of things that have happened before. Over and over and over again.
This is chicken broth. Fat-free chicken broth, in fact. It's delicious...well, not so much.
I'll just keep pushing my rock. What else are you going to do?
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