For a given value of "okay" in 2021

I am technically OKAY. I do not have a uterine tumor. Their sample was small, but they didn’t pick up any of the kind of tissue that would support a growing tumor, so that’s the argument. I just have a tantrumming uterus. I am going to name it Trump Baby from now on.

Trump Baby is scheduled for destruction soon. Technically I could keep it, because the doctor says chances are high the bleeding will continue anyhow (as most of the naughty tissue is in my abdomen anyway) and the cramps might be forever. I’m still thinking “but yeah, there’s a chance neither will be true if you take it out, but 0% chance of that being true if you leave it in…?”

I have to “control my A1C” first. Hah. Fine. Right after I cure my own depression and conquer my shitty marriage, personal value issues tied to attractiveness, and probably, my own sexuality, too. What the hell, put it on my list, right? I didn’t have enough to do.

Right now I am juggling the cat, who thinks chair=love time. And not lap love either. Full on boob standing. With facewhacks. Son of a bitch.

That asshole I married “bought me a desk” today. Because....I saw it and liked it, right? Nope. Never seen it. Probably gonna hate it. And you have to pay to ship furniture back.

Fuck. Me.

He keeps telling me he’s gotta do something with my car, and I am worried af that he’ll trade it in or something....can he do that when he’s not the legal owner?