Why did my parents bless me with horrendous teeth? I have six fillings, people, six, since I was a kid. And by the age of 12 I was so terrified of dentists that I decided I would rather keep a metal arch on my palate for two years than go back to the dentist (who was, to be fair, famously mean).
Enough of my teeth stories.
I keep waking up with headaches and it's really getting annoying. M. says I might slightly anaemic - apparently that does cause headaches (check) and general drowsiness (check). Sigh. I'm even eating at home now, much more healthily than before, but it doesn't seem to be helping. They're about to open a cardio room in the gym here, so I'm waiting for that. I know, I haven't done any exercise ever, and it won't be easy to start now, but I am generally very unhappy with my state of physical fitness (i.e. equal to zero) and something needs to be done.
Between this report (problems are popping up all along the way, of course), and me realising that it's been a year since I've been (time does go so quickly! far too quickly!) I haven't been in the best of moods. I need stability, damn, stability...
I will stop whining. Soon. Maybe.