Just when you've been fairly stable and sustaining and all the meds and treatments are doing what they're supposed to, you hit a fricken WALL. Around here, we call it a crash. Granted, they're easier than they used to be, but this latest one is akin to being used to driving a race car and suddenly being forced to drive a scooter.
I actually got math wrong.
Using a calculator.
I guess I'll be the stupid person over in the corner for the next few days. Uggh.
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