Pain is good. Methinks. It keeps you sane, for the better part. No? It pulls you, a balloon in the sky, back to the ground.
But funny things are happening to me, and it's no good to see my GP because he'll try to brush off everything. Methinks i'm paranoid sometimes because i read too much about medical stuff. I make a mountain out of a molehill most times. So i'm just being silly. No? But i'm pretty sure that my heart ails, because of her(how affectionate!) history from birth till now. So maybe it'll take a myocardial infarction to tell someone that it's ailing, because doctors don't think it's any biggie,nor does the dumb ECG machine want to show anything.
Alright. I'm dropping hair like nobody's business and my toes are peeling like crap prolly cos' of Plaquenil(though it might be unlikely since it's almost a year since i started on it). And i'll see if my liver still ails(hopefully it is not because i'm not becoming a Simpson yet!) this coming week!
And i really do miss dancing proper!
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