I admit that I haven't felt well since May 8th. I try not to complain about such things since I have felt great most of my life, and I know I'm lucky. And I'm kinda like my mother, who hated to go to a doctor. I stay in denial and just hope that it all goes away.
But a month of feeling crappy is enough, so I finally went to my doctor and spent most of the day getting poked and probed and scanned. How I hate hanging around medical clinics!... especially when it all leads to unsatisfying answers.
... maybe this is just how it will be from now on. Maybe I won't ever feel quite the same again.