I was down all day - no interest in doing anything constructive . . . still in my pajamas. Not really sad. Just sick of making an effort.

My bleeding ulcer was under good control, and I had fully recovered from severe anemia. I was so glad to be in good shape, anticipating the holiday season. Then I started throwing up blood last week and went to the ER . . . for the 5th time since May. The stomach ulcer had opened up. I'm now anemic again.

I have to go for endoscopy . . . again. I'm so disappointed.

I do realize this is not like having cancer, or heart disease, or a stroke. People go through way worse health issues than I'm having. But I'm just sick of it . . . partly because I am alone and have to hire someone to drive me to get this procedure.