My house is cursed

Been meaning to clean again, the cycle never ends. I wake up with a migraine again, so today isn't gonna work. It's like my house knows that i was supposed to do something about the pseudo ecosystem that lives within the trash and dirty dishes and made me sick so i wouldn't disturb it.

I'm pretty sure it's not that tho, the situation has been worse for longer before and i was physically fine, the migraines are a sinus issue. I need to get an appointment for someone to look at them, but i hate going to the doctor, it's a dehumanizing experience everytime. Also if you want an appointment you need to call within 2 hours during early morning, but only on week days, so that's another reason why i haven't gone. And have i actually ever gotten help when i go? Hell no 

I still have eczema, nothing they ever did helped, made it worse actually. My braces were taken off way too early because it was "only cosmetic and not necessary" and everyone else got to keep theirs. I have yet to get actual therapy or anything other than meds that make me lose the few joys i did have in life.

Also if it involves anything that is spiritually close to a covid test, i can't do it, it hurts on a level that makes me actually cry and i don't wanna cry at the doctor's office.

But that would be like just momentary pain vs a future full of migraines that are gonna make my life i convenient