This sucks.

My lower back feels like someone is stabbing me with a hot knife.

....And I left my pills in my other bag.

Good going T.

Today.

An hour long MRI is NOT fun.

Neither are the anxiety attacks it caused.

Or the endless tears as well.

To say I'm a nervous, overwhelmed soul on the verge of insanity is the understatement of the year.

By the 30min mark I was trying to crawl out of my skin.

I'm still suffering the effects of being in there for that long.

I hope to god they find whatever is wrong with my neck and my back because heaven help me, I will lose my mind if I have to go through that shit again.