We didn't have a chimney. We had a heat duct that ran from the floor of our living room to the upstairs apartment. I was told that that's how Santa got into the house. I asked "well, how does he fit inside?" Mom tells me "it's magic."
What a day, what a day. Felt like someone ran over my legs. A new pain that's been going on for a few months now: poking pain in the rear rib cage (is there such a place?) I'd tell the DX about it but he'll only tell me to take Tylenol; stupid since I have been taking fucking Tylenol. Spasms, he says. My whole body is one big fucking spasm.
I've been in this physical condition for about 12 years now, and I've often thought about what would happen if all of a sudden everything just went away, i.e, the pain, the rotting bones, the stomach problems - everything. It would be a very surreal. It wouldn't even feel right! I think I'd lose my mind - would have to become institutionalized. How about a little of that? Fucking no more pain, discomfort, back to somewhat physical tip top shape and I'd wind up shuffling about in an R wing, wearing a hospital gown and waiting for the next round of medication.
Christmas indeed.
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