Maybe a little deprived. And resentful. My new meds are going to bring some positive changes, I hope, but the new doc wants me to really kick-in all other kinds of health initiatives as well...and tonight, for some odd reason, I just don't know if I will be able to fulfill all her expectations.

I have about 6 weeks until another blood draw is done. Instantly makes me anxious.

This is a new sensation for me. I used to be so, "Put your mind to it", and things would happen. Can I be that way again?

It would be nice to think I could. But I'm so fearful of failure.