A relapse decided to visit me.
I pretended it wasn’t there.
Until this morning.
It smacked right bang in the middle of my head. It couldn’t find a better place I suppose.
As weak as an overcooked spaghetti string. A 40min cooked spaghetti string.
Unable to stay awake; Vikings deserve better than that.
Pins and needles. No, I’m not designing new clothes.
Neuropathic pain. Que? Yes. Nerve pain.
Dizziness.Oh yeah, sounds like a cha-cha dance.
But it isn’t.
It couldn’t happen at a worse time.
Ha. That’s for me to know and for you to wonder about (always wanted to say that).
It hurts. It really hurts physically. I can’t stay awake. And I’m weak.
Not giving up though.
Oh no, Not. Giving up. At all.
My bed will be my best buddy the next few days, and you can’t hold that against me (always wanted to say that also).
Reason for the short sentences? No energy to type long ones. Which proves that I am holding on, staying positive, short sentences instead of no sentences at all. Which kind of makes this post a long post anyway. Hhmm…
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