Learned that my husband will need surgery for a small hernia. Will find out next week when that is going to happen. I have to be able to drive for that.

Picked up my last two meds for the month and did traction for my back.

Wrote another poem about something that caused PTSD. Was able to get through it without panicking or getting depressed. I hope that means I'm getting better.

Spent a lot of time at the hospital and the pharmacy. I don't seem to panic there as much as I do at home.

Also trimmed one of the rose bushes until my back couldn't take it. It's already budding and sprouting leaves. I hope it hangs in there during the cold snap.