as if allergies weren't bad enough.

I really wish there were painkillers that worked for me. My back and neck are killing me, my legs and arms ache. There isn't a spot on my body that doesn't hurt.

My feet are acting up again. This probably means I need new shoes. I hope new shoes can cut it, rather than new orthoses.

On the other hand, I have peppers. Lots of peppers. And squash. And onions. Tons of tomatoes. A watermelon. And a slice of gluten-free angelfood cake.

Now, if only had the energy to eat them . . . or possibly cook them. Perhaps I could unwrap the slice of cake.