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It’s Friday and I have absolutely had it with this week. It wasn’t a bad day, or a bad week by far, but damn was it exhausting.

The class is getting along just fine and today they even got to sit in, ask questions, and contribute to discussions on our employee group forming a union. The meeting was a lot. It was emotion, informative, inspiring, and, at certain points, a little awkward. All in all though, I thought it was really good. I’m on board. I’m fired up. I can’t wait to fight!

Health-wise I’m feeling pretty low today. My joint pain is back, which isn’t a good sign, and the fatigue nearly has me beat. I’ve had a headache off and on all week and waening off of these steroids is wrecking my body. Acne, drenching sweats, and terrible “moon face” are starting to impact my self-esteem but I’ve only got four more weeks to go until I’m off and I can start focusing on getting my body back to some semblance of normal.


I am home early tonight but I’m feeling too down on myself to be productive in any sense of the word. I had an embarrassing afternoon and my mind won’t let me forget my humiliation. I won’t relive it here too (some things shouldn’t exist on the internet forever) but if I could crawl into a hole and never see the light of day or another human being again, it would be a relief.

So tonight is the couch, margaritas, spicy Mexican take-out, and Netflix. Hopefully, by the time I return to the work week the world, and I, will have forgotten all about today.