I’m Convinced, These Implants Are Fucking With Me

So it feels as if the severed nerves from my right, barren chest wall have somehow comeback to life only to run wild over my right rotator cuff wreaking havoc like the most difficult patch of embedded tree roots.

Who’s been through chemo here? What are your collateral affects of chemotherapy? No matter the cocktail they fed your veins, I’m curious how the fuck you cope with life, now and shit.

….more ramblings to come. Entering this blogging shit slow and stready af….which does not describe me at all. Never slow am I. Never steady am I.

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