So, you’re single.
And chronically ill.
On Valentine’s Day.
But, what the heck, you don’t care.
You don’t care because you’re an alpha-woman even when you sometimes feel like a z-woman… zonked out on meds on the couch.
You don’t care because, seriously, you don’t have to go shopping to find sexy lingerie that’ll only cut off your air supply while wearing it.
You don’t care because you know that the only thing you can find in a chocolate box is a raised BMI.
You don’t care because you don’t thrive on baggage left behind by old flames. Continue reading “Single and chronically ill on Valentine’s Day?”