Gabbie on the run

Thorn

Like St Paul said, I have a thorn on my side, That thorn for me is my constipation. I take pills to make me take a poop, but those pills work too well and I end up with diarrhea. Yesterday is a good example of my thorn digging into my backside. I took Imodium to stem the tide of diarrhea and it worked. It's still working because I can't take a poop. I've been up since eleven and it's now almost six a.m.

Thus, I can't write on my story much as I'd like to. Perhaps I could try. Focusing on something else instead of taking a No. 2 would be good for me.

I get depressed and that too, comes from my condition: hypothyroidism. Hypothyroidism creats havoc with one's feeling of happiness and turns it into sadness. I have no time to feel happy, it seems. I take depression-related pills daily. I get support from my Provider to keep me on an even keel.

Reading this over makes me feel sorry for myself. I hate to feel sorry for myself. Perhaps it's just not me who's sorry for me. Perhaps it's my angel that's sad. I don't want Heaven to feel sad for me. I want vengeance. I want to be victorious day by day, There are evenings I turn in to sleep when I feel as though I was on an even keel. It's the morning routine of doing a Number Two that makes me start out behind the startup line when the pistol cracks a bullet. I lag behind while others my age are off and running despite their Geritol habit.

When will this ever end? Is it my thyroid that needs to be fixed? It's being substituted by my Synthroid pills. I think I could still have my treatment regulated. God knows I feel sad but I decided to wash dishes, and make oatmeal and eat it, to focus away from my thorn. Jesus Christ knows that feeling of having a thorn (many of them) around His Most Sacred Head. Now He's safely in Heaven. I plead with Jesus Christ to help me.