Wednesday, May 31, 2017
Sunday, May 21, 2017
My boobs are killing me
And I can't tell if this is indigestion or cramps or the creature from "Alien" rooting around in my midsection.
Today is Sunday.
I pee on the stick on Thursday.
Four days to go.
And I can't tell which I want it to be.
Today is Sunday.
I pee on the stick on Thursday.
Four days to go.
And I can't tell which I want it to be.
Monday, May 8, 2017
Okay, You
Listen up, imaginary baby. I through fooling around. Okay?
You know what I've done? I've gone back on meds for my weird brain thing that might stand in your way. Done. Dealt with. I have been imaged in a way that required my whole insides to be washed out with iodine, which stings. Done. Dealt with. I have just completed a cycle of meds that in addition to making me feel like I'm wrapped in a thick layer of cotton wool, are also meant to kick my body into gear and increase the odds of you. Tomorrow morning I will go, coffee in hand, to be probed in a way I would have found horrifying a mere five years ago, but which now seems routine. They will tell me how the meds are working. Then, a few days later, I will Have a Procedure.
I'm holding up my end, kid. What's your excuse?
Get out here and start pulling your weight. GET A JOB, IMAGINARY BABY.
I've had just about enough of this foolishness from you.
You know what I've done? I've gone back on meds for my weird brain thing that might stand in your way. Done. Dealt with. I have been imaged in a way that required my whole insides to be washed out with iodine, which stings. Done. Dealt with. I have just completed a cycle of meds that in addition to making me feel like I'm wrapped in a thick layer of cotton wool, are also meant to kick my body into gear and increase the odds of you. Tomorrow morning I will go, coffee in hand, to be probed in a way I would have found horrifying a mere five years ago, but which now seems routine. They will tell me how the meds are working. Then, a few days later, I will Have a Procedure.
I'm holding up my end, kid. What's your excuse?
Get out here and start pulling your weight. GET A JOB, IMAGINARY BABY.
I've had just about enough of this foolishness from you.
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