I was mistaken when I wrote that the trip I created was 162K miles long. It's actually a little over 16K miles.

I guess I'll do an entry now because I don't anticipate being in a writing mood on the way down to the ear doc later this morning. Yeah, last time it was to Spring Hill, and this time it's to Port Richey, even though it's the same medical group of ENTs. They just have different locations. I miss my old ENT!

I've been exhausted for days. Yesterday the fatigue was heavy enough to nap even with a good sleep score and a decent amount of sleep. The last time around I kept waking up. My sleep is doomed no matter what I do. Who knows how many more days it will be before I have enough energy just to do another freaking painting? I'm just exhausted and overwhelmed with all the appointments!

They left a voice message yesterday morning, and I wish I had thought to have Tom check my phone because he could have called them back. It was to schedule with the doctor for the gallbladder consult. I'll have him try when we get back because I can't stay up forever. Really, I can't keep playing this game. I'm at the point where I just wanna say "fuck it" where my health is concerned. At least the gallbladder won't be an ongoing thing. Sooner or later, the bastard is going to be removed, I'm going to recover, and that will be the end of that particular issue. But I'm sure it won't be long before I'm replaced with a new one. I know how it works with me.

Too tired to write anymore right now.