flowers of evil

My only chance of winning is by treating the clinic stuff like a gorgon, and just not look directly (either physically or in my mind's eye) at the problem areas that make my brain shortcircuit.

Spent a few minutes looking at how much an elective hysterectomy costs before being reminded that it's free if I could do the thing.

Also ☝️ yesterday my Mother told me my arms are bigger so #yayweights but then followed up with saying that I have lipoedema on my calves #cankles.

​I know the extent of damage caused by black mold is debated and I acquiesce to that somewhat but I really, truly think that there's no fucking way in Hell that I would've developed nerve damage to the extent that I have now without it—if only because the mold itself that spanned meters was thick like an animal pelt, completely obscuring the wall beneath it. There's no way that that sheer amount isn't neurotoxic.

Proofreading and editing an OC poast for once in my bastard life because I think coherent and grammatically sensical paragraphs would go kind of crazy on blackwaxidol dot edu.