So yeah, I lay on a bed of nails.
Well, well, well. Here I am. Eating Crow. Ya know all that crap I wrote about getting my nails done? How I hate holding hands with people, but I am going to do it? Budget it? And make it happen? Well, that was a lie. Ya wanna know why? BECAUSE I AM NEVER GETTING MY…
This is not what I intended on writing about. At all. But if you haven’t seen this show on Netflix, called “Botched Up Bodies”. Watch it. Well, wait a second. If you have a weak stomach, or you are weak of heart – don’t watch it. But seriously. I am traumatized from seeing it. Completely….
Well. I ghosted for a few days. Figuratively and almost literally. I’m gonna share more than I normally do – just because it is something that I think needs to be addressed. Because if I am dealing with it, I know I’m not the only one. I am the picture of health to most people….
In my case – my body says – “IMMUNE SYSTEM! GATHER AROUND! THERE IS A FOREIGN BODY INVADING US! IT IS CALLED THE THYROID! GO GET IT!” is ridiculous proclamation if followed up with a strong warrior cry and steadfast speed to my thyroid.