In Like a Lamb, Out like a Lion?

Well February has come and gone. I'm sort of glad winter is passing so quickly, what there was of it. March is here, and the pressure grows. I need to find a job. It isn't fair that Daniel has to support me. I haven't kept up my end of the bargain in keeping the house up. This is the worst the fibro has been since 1996. I want to see about getting a job so I can get back into a schedule again. I have a doctors appointment on Friday, and hopefully the will max my meds. The wedding is coming up, and I'm not nearly as prepared as I need to be with the planning. I feel like life is walking right in front of me and I am too tired and in too much pain to reach out and grab it.
Got an email from the old profession. Kinda sent me off kilter. I have no idea who I am anymore, and it seems that the old life with the escorting was someone else's life.