Last week, I mentioned how the maternal unit's doc likes to
spin the wheel and come up with scary shit to pay off his condo had diagnosed Mom as having major scary illnesses. This has happened each holiday season for the last three years.
Recently, some kind soul who I am sure meant well emailed me a link to a medical article. This was the type of thing written in highly detailed language and will hopefully in the future either be refuted or be dumbed down so the lay person can understand it better.
The way I interpreted it (remember, I put sexy in dyslexic) was that fibro is related to multiple scro - M.S.
I tried to read this thing in a brighter light. Couldn't manage it. Now, I am wanting to send a reply email to the
alarmist jerk person who thought they were being nice.
What do you think of this:
Thank you so much for that little ray of sunshine. Would you care to pee on my Post Toasties to make my day complete? Just in case you missed the memo, Sg is a depressive along with having fibro. This lovely article has set me to thinking all sorts of lovely thoughts more appropriate to a chainsaw massacre than to the holiday season.
In conclusion, I really hope you drop a frozen turkey on your foot, get backed over by a semi and that a 50 pound buzzard takes a dump on your head.
So, is this too snarky?
Gotta share one happy link
check this out I think
unbroken_halo and I need this tote bag.
In the meantime, I'm going to curl up somewhere and wait for unsuspecting feet to
lick nibble on. Anyone want their toes chewed?