Not this year.
My enormous belly got a rash on it that has spread and become a red, itchy, blotchy, massive wound.
Just going up a flight of stairs winds me completely.
I was in the hospital the other day because of belly pains and dizziness.
Cole screams for at least an hour whenever he wakes up from his nap.
My daughter hates me—makes nasty faces and comments all the time.
I have zero strength to get any productive writing done on my projects.
I guess you could say I’m a little stressed out.
