I mean, actually today's been okay. Did shopping, shipped the goob off to her grandma, did some sewing, did a tiny bit of writing, posted something to Patreon, (MLP fans, especially TwiDash shippers, or fans of pregnancy fics should check that out, though you do have to back at least $1 to get it. It'll be free on Fimfiction and AO3 next week) and had some cider and a Cadbury creme egg, which I do about once a year.
Fine day.
And yet also it marks fucking 30 days of fucking bleeding with no concrete end in sight.
Goddam I hate my body right now. Stop. Just. Stop. But it's not going to stop, of course, until I fix the problem, which requires a fucking minor surgery, which I'm waiting on a call back about scheduling, and I've no idea how far out that will be. A week? A month? More? Fuck if I know! I'll just fucking bleed forever and ever and ever.
Call me fucking Elwin Ransom, I guess.
(I do remain a giant nerd, and if you got that without having to google it, take a couple of nerd points, that's an obscure one.)
I'll live, but good good am I sick of this.
Fine day.
And yet also it marks fucking 30 days of fucking bleeding with no concrete end in sight.
Goddam I hate my body right now. Stop. Just. Stop. But it's not going to stop, of course, until I fix the problem, which requires a fucking minor surgery, which I'm waiting on a call back about scheduling, and I've no idea how far out that will be. A week? A month? More? Fuck if I know! I'll just fucking bleed forever and ever and ever.
Call me fucking Elwin Ransom, I guess.
(I do remain a giant nerd, and if you got that without having to google it, take a couple of nerd points, that's an obscure one.)
I'll live, but good good am I sick of this.
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