Where In The Lemony Fuckin Snicket Is…

My goddamned Apple Pencil? Fucks sake….Looking everywhere I can in my work/office/zone-out space…ah, that sneaky bastardized pencil was atop the iPad the entire time. Not even lying. <— drafted Sunday, 2/16/20 <— here I am again Monday, 2/18/20 and have misplaced that sneaky fucker again. Really contemplating purchasing an app I just googled. It supposedly finds your Bluetooth devices and shit….hmmm. Anyone have experience with this sort pencil/glasses/life loss?  Speaking of Lemony Snicet…have you seen/rewatched Series Of Unfortunate Events…ermagerd.

Have you noticed your brain/body slipping more post chemo or since you’ve been diagnosed and going crazy with stories from friends, new meds and all that fucking terminology that means your tits/tit’s are/is going to be chopped and thrown away?

Seriously, feeling all swooshy like I’m losing it some days. I spend time just spacing and zoning/trying to will that pain away -bitch. The weighted blanket is amazing for the hug relief I need to bring my arms close to my chest to pop all the bones/ligaments/tendons — AH. Where is everything? My mind? My glasses? My phone? Oh and seriously a Mr. Magoo when the glasses are off. FML even harder. And they – those fucksticks say a lot – but they say I’m not a candidate for contacts at this point because of the astigmatisms and bifocals….LASIK?

People who have a family history of peripheral neuropathy are more likely to develop the disorder. <— thanks for the sentences health md or some shit. But yeah, this shit is totally true. I recall watching my aunt suffer for years. Other family members as well. Ah the red tape of paperwork – isn’t it grand and shit, eh?

And to end this tonight —> I need help. Local help. Please and thank you. Several things, but first item is helping me upload and post clothes that I’ve worn and grown away from for what ever reason or another. I have tons of stuff. Going through chemotherapy your body is all sorts of fuckered up. Now, along with the multi skeletal pain, I’ve pretty severe fibromyalgia and don’t know what will really fit and feel proper through the day….Usually end up in my too big in the everything, comfy af pants. But…..I have the staging area, index cards for the text/dialogue and shit, just don’t have the motivation; or mental/pain threshold for this daunting activity. I know someone’s wiling to help. Perhaps your child needs volunteer hours? Or even an elderly loved one who’d like a new friend. I’m super chatting and will supply all the coffee needed for the job.

I’m posting these clothes [many designer pieces] for my #badboob explant and furthering my medical care and supervision. Also…..Also….I’ve quite a few wigs and the such for you all going through treatment [free] plus shipping.

They’re foreign in my body and way fucking me and my brain up. I saw your comments Peggy P,, about your cold friend. And while the implants look nice enough, I’m always fucking cold as well. What most folks don’t know once your nerves are cut, severed and reconstructed like mine and millions of others…is that once the implant is inserted and your incisions heal; the nerves never reconnect. So you have these ne’er to do 5lb memory gel implants hanging of your chest and they’re literally fucking ice packs. I’m layers. All the layers. All the time. Always cold.

Cold hands

Warm heart

So, local friends, if you’ve got some time or know someone with some time -> hmu -> text me -> 919-986-986-9986 -> or email -> badboobandshit@gmail.com. I’m absofuckinlutely serious about this task and would like to begin ASAP. I’ll make it worth the while and time. For sure and shit. Xx

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