It’s the very end of September, yet the forecast calls for temperatures to soar well into the eighties for at least the next week.

This exceptionally brutal summer just refuses to end! On top of that, I’ve been swamped these past few weeks; doctor’s appointments, exam after exam after exam, labs and lab reports, and piles upon piles of busywork.

Miraculously, I’ve kept my head above water, but last week my health started to take a turn; I’m gonna have to add a light laxative to my daily pill diet for awhile. 

Mentally, I’ve been much grouchier than usual. Every noise has been too loud, the sun and lights have become too bright, it’s taken a lot more willpower and courage for me to leave the house, I’ve grown sick and tired of my lazy, whiny peers I’ve been paired up for group projects. Overall, I’ve truly been a miserable bastard, which is far from good. 

Physically, I’ve been fine but noticeably worn down. I’ve maintained my healthy diet, my daily exercise routine, and my sleep schedule. Yet, my stomach’s been bothering me again, and my appetite’s gone to zero. I’m not sick (yet), but the writing’s on the wall. Something’s gotta change before I actually get sick; just a daily dose of laxatives ain’t gonna cut it.