{My doc is in here and wants to talk. This is just the tip of the iceberg. I'll finish later.)

Realized what it was, made Angela call 911 (my phone was off, struggling that bad), cuddled cats, waited. fell asleep, woke up to EMTs.

They were not able to get me to give lucid answers when sskng where, why, ec. Kept screaming "Japanese. JAPANESE!" at the poor Korean guy. 6/?

I'd never had a diabetic ulcer in my life. I contemplated next steps.

July 28th. I spent the whole night uncontrollably vomiting mucus and air.

July 29th.

I woke up with nonfunctional legs. 5/?

I spent months trying to recover from "sciatica." Legs and back flaring, couldn't clean or go up to laundry, so exhausted I could barely stay awake.

July 27. I notice a giant fresh-rubbed sore on the knuckle of my big toe. No pain, no blood. I'm like "aw fuck, big D has me." 4/?

It peaked March 2025: something was seriously wrong.

I was on the loo, fainted, fell off INTO the shower. Dizzy, cut and banged up bad.

Treated as normal fall recovery.

Then in April, over 15 years with a functioning system and no testosterone...periods stopped. 3/?

*pinches nose* When did this even start? I want to say March, but longer. For years I've been tired, increasingly empty, stressed, unmotivated, incapable. I thought I was just burned out and needed time and rest.

No.

I was literally dying by inches. 2/?

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...Sky, I watched Old and it was one of the biggest cinematic regrets of my life. Even worse finding out it's based on a Swiss French comic that does *none* of the goofy stuff I hated about the film.

I swear, my little girl is trying to kill me with cute.