Tori’s Writing Hole

that unlike the frail, withering heroines and sidekicks in Gothic novels, I am not frail nor withering. I do seem to share their problem of being continually, unavoidably sick. I’m not coughing blood from the consumption into lavender-scented hankies, but I do have at least one illness rearing its ugly head in rotation every day. From “simple” chronic stuff like asthma and fibromyalgia, to more dramatic mental issues, I’ve got it all babe. And then there’s the acute fun of tooth issues and lung crap. Yep, crap.

When does it all end? I don’t feel frail. I’m stocky. Well-fed. Too well fed. Yet I keep getting sick. It’s so not fair!

There are things to do. Schooling to finish. A future to finish. I’m getting no younger yet still in stagnation. I get so far and then am stopped with something.

I shouldn’t be whining on the couch, I know, but dammit, it’s not fair.

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