I mean who bloody stole it?! Thieving bastards.
I need it.
Without it; I can’t walk straight, think straight, speak, swallow, pee. I can’t move and yet I move all the time - stiff and bendy.
I’m like a cocktail - violently shaken and dangerously alcoholic…
Coming soon
Half memoir, half rant, half wine menu. I stagger through the trials and joys of living with this infuriating disease from the perspective of a menopausal-at-the-end-of-her-tether 48-year-old woman.
This comes with the following trigger warnings:
distressing descriptions of domesticity, running out of wine, reference to teenager tantrums, getting stuck in clothing, cancelling events, trying to shower daily and more
It also covers:
social injustice, medical challenges, depression, suicide, chronic illness, graphic bodily functions, extreme symptoms, death
But above and beyond all of the above it has swearing, much swearing.
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