Two more surgeries this year and I’m finally feeling better as far as the ongoing abdominal pain I’ve had for years. Endometriosis isn’t a surprise but, well, it wasn’t unexpected in the context what they thought they would be going into do.
So I’m officially in menopause. As far as that goes, so far so good. I’m eschewing estrogen because I really don’t want random material growing inside me. But I’m tired. So tired.
I’m feeling overwhelmed and scattered. It’s become hard to get things done. So I’ve limited myself to a few important things, mostly items for Metaphysical Times, and the new coffee shop, The Egyptian. Then I’m zoning out on FFXIV or reading. These new projects have been a life saver for me. Not only connecting me with my tribe but getting me out of the house and into the world.
I don’t know if this is burn out, or what. 2020 became difficult and 2021 didn’t get better. There were moments where things did get better but then others harder. I’m seeing my doctor again in a couple of weeks. I guess we’ll see where we are then.