I was exhausted a year ago. I was on the bitter, ragged edge six months ago. Sometimes you just feel like you’re cracking right down the middle, and there’s nowhere to go.
So, I’m holding my own, keeping it together as best I can, and then the universe drops “elevated bilirubin” right in my lap. What the fuck? It can mean anything from “drink more water”, to “totally benign genetic condition” to “liver cancer” and “make out a will, because you’re dying”.
Oh, and right now it’s saying “Enjoy your weekend, because you can’t talk to a doctor until Monday afternoon!”