When In Doubt, Finger Guns.
When in doubt, finger guns.
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Living with chronic illness means learning to use your left foot to drive (while on a busy road alone in the car) because your right leg became extremely painful to move.
I was in the ER overnight and didn't get home untill about 5:00 only to be told that my blood work is normal and I should follow up with my specialists.
That's how my life is going.
I need to see Odysseus suplex a suitor and make a comment about his wife.
Just finished watching the first act of Hamilton in Chicago and Lafayette in Aaron Burr Sir gave an exquisite country accent.
Anarchy, anarchy, oh, AnArChY ðŸ¤
So I have started a thing to motivate me (kinda)
I have a jar next to my bedroom door and everytime I have a good health day, I put a tiny piece of origami in it
My friend (@ask-and-i-answer ) wanted to do something similar so we came up with a mug and money system. The bigger the coin, the bigger the pain she had that day.
For example: a quarter would mean that she was having extremely bad pain and a dime means very little pain.
Current status: laying in the locker room of another school's homecoming without being able to put my feet up to get blood back up to my brain. I can't put me feet up without showing everyone my hoo and my haa due to a short dress. And there are at least a dozen other girls around me.
My body wants me dead and humiliated.
Penelope and Odysseus remind me of Fergus and Elinor from Brave.
The power she holds in a room full of men and a husband that would kill for her is something I can't get enough of.
@computerglitch306 you forgot me. I guess you don't love me anymore.
...Time to die🔪🩸
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