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It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

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Wednesday, 16 March 2022

I think I may be fucking up my meds

My memory has been especially tricksy recently.

And my reliability about marking when I take my meds on my calendar has got poor.

So today, when I had headache and chronic migraine pain both in the same spot (and yet being distinctly different beasts) it brought up the possibility I may have missed some pain meds.

I do not trust myself.

My brain is not my ally.

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