Total fool?
This is my period of having a ‘break’ from the gruelling treatment that is my entire life. A time to get stronger before the next attack of my body with toxic drugs. The only problem is is that I’m feeling worse and worse. It’s almost funny, I have calculated that this year I have spent about 95% of my life in bed or more excitingly on the sofa watching shit shows that my pathetic brain doesn’t even remember let alone actually understand.
I’m pinning all my hopes that this one doctor can help me. Following this protocol like a god dammed desperate idiot making myself sicker and sicker and sicker thinking that it will be worth it in the long run. But just how long is this run going to be because I’m so exhausted? Does the finish line actually exist?
Fingers crossed.
It will work Sues. Positive thinking x