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The definition of Not Very Much Fun.
Mar. 7th, 2011 03:26 pmhttp://hyperboleandahalf.blogspot.com/2010/02/boyfriend-doesnt-have-ebola-probably.html
So...
Me, today, before the happy drugs: 10.
Me, today, after the happy drugs: 8.
In my world, that means we're getting somewhere. Yay!
I honestly still don't know if this is bronchitis, a cold virus, or angry allergies, or all three. I just know that it is turning my fibromyalgia flare into a steel cage death match in which an enraged polar bear on steroids is pouring powdered glass down my throat before forcing me to dance to industrial techno music with barbed metal wire wrapped around my body.
I want to stop being me for a while. Just a little while.
It'll get better. It always does. Afterwards.
So...
Me, today, before the happy drugs: 10.
Me, today, after the happy drugs: 8.
In my world, that means we're getting somewhere. Yay!
I honestly still don't know if this is bronchitis, a cold virus, or angry allergies, or all three. I just know that it is turning my fibromyalgia flare into a steel cage death match in which an enraged polar bear on steroids is pouring powdered glass down my throat before forcing me to dance to industrial techno music with barbed metal wire wrapped around my body.
I want to stop being me for a while. Just a little while.
It'll get better. It always does. Afterwards.
