Good, Bad, Worse, Then Better

I forgot about my doctor's appointment today...until about 5 minutes before.  I called them and managed to get there only 15 minutes late.  Except for a high white blood cell count, everything looked super improved.  Even my liver levels were only a few points above normal status.  She asked if I had good luck with the liver specialist I went to see.  I told her that I didn't end up seeing one, no one would ever call me back.  She told me that whatever I did, it looked like I just healed myself.

I wondered if cutting out all painkillers and non-essential medicine was really all that it was, but I think that it was mostly stress.  I guess I'm less stressed now than I was in May?  It was the last time I spent a good amount of time in my hometown, so I should have been well rested.  I guess I just need to be not stressed, but that is so easier said than done.  The rest of the day really went downhill.

Work is getting more and more petty and stupid, and I texted R again like an idiot.  After the annoying conversation I actually changed her name in my phone to say stop texting her.  By the end of the day I was so done with work that I went out for a drink with G and talked about his wedding on the 7th.  I should still be here, so he wants me to do his pictures.  The dirty martini felt really good, but I didn't want another one.  I got home around 2 AM and had to do laundry and get ready for the appraiser to come tomorrow at noon.