Dear insomnia, I liked that you went away for a while.
I wish we weren't getting reacquainted.

For the record, going to the doctors all the time isn't a lot of fun.
I go back tomorrow, time to discuss wrist surgery number two and try to find out what's up with my shoulder.
And figure out what on earth i'm supposed to do about having osteopenia.
Dear body, you're just nineteen. Act like it?