just being okay

I'm sitting here with nothing to say. Yet I feel like writing something. Today was Martin Luther King Day which meant I didn't have to work. I had yet another doctor's appointment. But I think it was my last for a while. The chest pains have finally stopped. I wish that meant I was no longer stressed, but that is doubtful. It does mean I'm starting to cope better. And I'm finally able to sit without worrying, listen to the Eisley CD I borrowed from a friend, and smile. Because I know that I can handle whatever might happen tomorrow. And because I only have to work 4 days. That's always something that makes me smile.