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Image - a webcam photo of me wearing no make up with one hand up against my cheek. I look exhausted.
Whenever I go out these days, as I am more and more inclined to do as my anxiety improves thanks to medication for Graves, I come home and feel like I’ve been trampled by ravers at the Arena, Brisbane Stomping all over my body.
I still haven’t had the blood test to check for a bunch of new diseases. Maybe I’m scared.
No time to feel poorly though, there’s so much to do. And I will be limping through the day and sitting at regular intervals.