Confessions

I wasn't going to write anything this week since I have been feeling blah. Not sick, but just blah. I have a lot going on in my life and head that I just haven't felt like blogging. So that is probably my first confession.

And here's some more...

- I am scared of what my test results are going to show. I went to my family doctor for my yearly check-up and some of my numbers were off. Basically, we thought I might be anemic (again), but with how fatigued I am, he wanted to do more tests. So back I went and my IMG (a type of antibody) was really high. Like 3 times the normal. And my white blood cell count was really high as well. So he sent me back again and had my proteins and other stuff checked and now I am impatiently waiting those results. Just hoping whatever infection is in me since serious....like the C word.

- I am down on Instagram and blogging right now. Even if you put in a lot of work and effort in, the algorithms just kill your engagement.

- I didn't get the promotion I was going for and I got way too upset about it. And mad.

- I am scared about my nose surgery next week and being awake. The smells, sounds and them being all up in my face doesn't sound awesome.

- I have been drinking way too much coffee lately.

- Sour patch kids are my weakness and I walked to the gas station on my work break just to get a bag.

- I work my ass off at the gym just so I can have wine, pizza and all the yummy foods that I shouldn't eat (that much of). The health benefits are good too.

- I wish I could drop another 5 to 10 pounds, but I don't want to give up the things I mentioned above.

- I witnessed an accident last weekend by a drunk driver on a motorcycle. Luckily, she didn't hurt anyone but herself. She blew through a stop sign and almost hit my car, but ran into the curb and was ejected from her bike. She hit a fence, got up and was stumbling around. At first, I thought it was from flying off her bike, but then I heard her talk and knew she was drunk. After talking to a couple of people who saw it and were staying there, I had them call the cops and then headed off after I felt like there was enough people as witnesses for police statements. It was 8 pm on a Friday and she was very hammered. Why do people get like that and get on a motorcycle or in a car? Complete dumbass.

What are your confessions as of late?