I can't believe how long it has been since I last checked in. That's probably because I don't have anything to say. Life is kind of stagnant right now.

My symptoms are all still there, although slightly less prominant now that I am taking it easy and not working. The problem is that now, new things are starting to show up. I have a lump in my breast I am waiting to have checked. I have a black spot in my vision that the optician is concerned about, though she says my eyes look healthy enough. I am presenting with the symptoms of endometriosis, and need to convince my doc to check that out. I am coming down with infections that are taking weeks to go away. My body isn't responding like it should to sugar- One glass of juice sends my blood sugar high, so I guess I'm becoming insulin resistant. Everytime I go to the doctors, I am bringing up something new. I feel as though they thnk I am a hypochondriach. It's because they don't, or won't recognise that I have an illness that connects all of this, and they are viewing all of these symptoms seperately. It is infuriating.

Anyway, on the positive side, I am taking steps to get back into my writing. I've had one of my short stories published this month, and my novel is with a publisher at the minute. Even if they say no, at least I am trying. Life is all about the little victories.