Thank you for asking.

My job stresses me like no would ever believe, I dread the morning to the point that I don't want to go to sleep at night. My cold/bronchitis or what ever it was is better, but my head wont stop hurting, the headache from hell. I'm a mess Rohag, I pretend all day so no one see's it, I come and stay here all evening. It's my only escape and lately, this hasn't been a safe place either. . I'll take my meds, and cry. Someone has been whispering my name in my ear, I can actually fill their breath. They say it as if I am suppose to answer or follow. It's my call, I know it.
I put a call to my pmc doc, no reply, I need to see cardiologist (need a new cardio doc, last one quit) because angina is getting out of control. I'm almost out of metoprolol, but I have plenty of nitro, I'll play it by ear. I don't even feel pain when I pinch myself. Tons of stuff I didn't say, it's not important any way. As one therapist once told me, It's me, me, me, me, me, me, me....she might be right. I am the problem.

Thank you for listening, it makes breathing a little easier.