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If You’re Feeling Adorable
Clap your hands. I’m not even joking. When I think of adorable things, I imagine flowers, hummingbirds, squirrels, kittens and chipmunks. Maybe hamsters. I dunno about chinchillas, but they’re pretty cute too. At current, I’m in a very sour mood. Now, first off, I’ve mentioned before that I have IBS. It’s established. To help my… Continue reading
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Shame Shame Shame
I remembered this old song from one of the reaction channels I’ve watched in the past. Showed it to my friend today and her jaw dropped. Not quite what she expected to see. We went over quite of my favorites in terms of older songs. She thought that “King of Wishful Thinking” is absolutely hilarious… Continue reading
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The Happy Fella
This title was sponsored by a very good friend of mine. She’s cool. Today was a drag. Really it was. When I woke up, I was unable to fully get out of bed. It was extremely difficult. I want to say that it’s due to my Lamictal when in the same body that also has… Continue reading
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Fragility
10:57AM I feel exposed right now. Lost, alone and weak. I’ve been struggling with my memory all morning, traveling from room to room – only to forget what I was going to the room to begin with. I suppose this is just par for the course? My new meds are badly affecting my memory. 9:53PM… Continue reading
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Pinky
I’m hanging out with my old cat and watching some Dr. Pol. The horse has a pink harness, and I can’t fight the desire to grin and laugh about that. SO! It’s been about four days now since I messed up my knee. And about two days since my ankle decided to stage its own… Continue reading
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Hardtack
I’m sitting here and staring at my right foot. It’s a nice foot… beautiful even. Unfortunately, it’s attached to a malfunctioning ankle. Days of constantly compensating for my left knee with my right leg resulted in this. Both of my ankles are unstable anyway. Have been for years. The frustration I felt today though… while… Continue reading
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I Have NO Regrets
This morning, I struggled to both move and bend my knee. Even now, so late at night, my left knee is protesting too much movement. The pile of clean clothes that need to be put in the closet is about two feet high and well over five feet long. I’m hopeful that in the AM,… Continue reading
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