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snarpMine have gone farther. My insides are hollow and burnt, like a dugout canoe. Raindrops and leaves find fissures in my skull and fall gently through to the sidewalk. My arms and legs make empty sounds like drums, and there is a new space between my ears in which I can store small things, like my camera and handkerchiefs.
I'm going to become a paranoid internet person who refuses to take her pills because there might be Bad Chemicals And Stuff in them.
I'm going to become a paranoid internet person who refuses to take her pills because there might be Bad Chemicals And Stuff in them.
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Date: 2010-08-21 01:43 am (UTC)Oh crud. I'm so sorry. Can you eat yogurt? (And if so, are you doing so?)
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Date: 2010-08-21 02:38 am (UTC)What's funny is that my Dad was recently on the same antibiotic. (For a different problem - to the best of our knowledge, Dad does not suffer from ovarian cysts.) I mocked him, so I assume that, over on the other side of the country, Mom will eventually read this entry to him so he can call and mock me.