so i've thrown the word toxic around for years. especially in my reference to certain people. my mother comes to mind. sorry jo! but the last week i got a line on what real toxicity means. holy shit.
i was scare when i started to nod and drool. then my hands wouldn't work right. i couldn't send a text or even hold the phone without jerking my hand and throwing it. so i put it down. i kept working but knew better than to drive. there was no where we had to be so.... good enough. but whats worst. i thought i was losing my mind and it was permanent.
thankfully... to the good people at john muir walnut creek.... im better,
my hands are only mildly jerky. but im making sense and the weight loss has begun. somehow in the last 3 weeks i ve lost 24 lbs. about time that cancer started to work.
i will not lose my mind again!!
fuck that!
i dont want to be the mistress who went mad. there already was one. i think her name was ann bowles.
so why then, do i crave to watch dick shawn scenes in "its a mad mad mad mad mad mad world on loop, in all ttheir tremedous black and white glory? why i must be bloody mad. here here!
