Frustrated

My body is tense. I am frustrated. So frustrated I want to scream, twist a towel, take an axe and chop a chord of wood. Why can't my surgeon be more supportive and see what I see, Tina sees and all the nurses see as the best course of treatment for myself. Why does he have to be so damned dismissive. Fuck.

I am so tired of having to advocate for my body, my health and what I know to be true. I am exhausted from having to make sure all the different medical teams are on the same page with respect to my treatment plan. My mind is tired. My back aches. Andy head hurts. My sleep is light and edgy as I know with each morning comes a fresh set of challenges.

I want a common sense plan that is informed by research and not the ego and I want it now so I can get out of here.