Yeah, I've tried to talk to her many, many times about all this stuff, to no avail. Once the response was "oh, not this again"!!!

You know, I'm on disability for my bp. I feel bad enough about myself because of that. But having to live like this is making me feel like less than nothing. What's a shame is that in pretty much all other ways she is great, but she just seems to have a blind spot about this. I have repeatedly tried to make her understand that this makes me *even sicker* but it does no good.

But, that's really just another trigger... I go to see my T tomorrow. Those are always good, I look forward to them. I just hope that I'm not in such a good mood that I forget to talk about what's really going on with me. I'm bad about that.