Finally

I am getting ready for bed. Meds arived just in time. I had used my last dose of Fuzion this morning and was notreally expecting things to improve. Seems I play by the rules and get screwed for it everytime. Some day I hope that light at the end of the tunnel won't be another freight train. Seems it happens that way sooften i flinch at the thought of waking up anymore. Well the shot is finally ready for me to take and I am tired as Hell be quite a day. House need swork I cannot afford, and because I lived, instead of dying. It is even tougher to try and get back my life as it was.