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Depression in full swing
So last night I found out that my mom has pancreatic cancer of the liver. This will be her fifth time having cancer. I think I might be in denial or something because I can't cry about, but I want to, it's just the tears will not come. I was told that she has 1-3 years left to live, they will be doing some aggressive chemo, but all I can think about is the worst case scenario and I don't know how to deal with it. If my mom dies, I don't know what I will do.
What's up?
I apologize for my lack of activity this past month. My depression was starting to act up again, but instead of waiting for it to hit me, I decided to take action of putting myself in a situation where I don't need to focus on negative but on the positive, ergo I have started working out, in fact I have lost 20 in the past 6 weeks. Since I am working out, I am releasing dopamine, which is improving my mood, and makes me look forward to my next work out. I am happy to say that I punched my depression in the face and told it, "Not today!" I will be heading to a Zumba class here in a little bit so, I'll try to keep y'all updated.
Punk at work
So before I continue, I would like to remind everyone that I have heel spurs, and if you don't know what they are, Google is your best friend. The next work day I had after being diagnosed with heel spurs, I had to go home early because the pain was unbearable, even when I got home it was difficult to walk. Fast-forward to last Saturday, one of my co-workers who I barely know since when I start he leaves, his name is Alex, as soon as he sees me he starts mocking me by saying out loud for me to hear, "My feet hurt, I need to go home early." In a woe-is-me tone, when one of my other co-workers who has the same shift as me tells him that I have
Heel Spurs
Was at the Urgent Care at RACH basically all day yesterday. Thursday night at work my feet started hurting and by the time I got off (please note that I work at Burger King as a Drive-Thru order taker), I could barely walk because of the pain I was in. When I got home I went straight to bed and slept for 12 hours. As soon as I tried to get out of bed and walk, I almost screamed from the pain, so I just laid down for another two hours. When I finally got out bed I took a 30 minute Epsom salt bath for the pain, that helped only temporarily. No sooner than two hours after clocking in at work, my feet started hurting and the pain was escalating f
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