The Winner of the Lightbulb Marco Thylo Contest Is…
Halloween is upon us. I happen to love Halloween. Because I have Graves’ Opthalmopathy and I’m a sphere on mini-stilts (5’4), I am a walking costume. I can go to parties, if I choose to, as a pissed off Graves’ disease patient. I can work my fat rolls hard and poppin’ lady balls, word!
To celebrate Halloween, we are running another contest. Here’s the deal:
I want your scariest, creepiest, no-fucking-way, endocrinologist yarn in 200 words or less. Please leave your answers in comments. The winner will receive any t-shirt they wish from the Dear Thyroid store.
Because my father came up with the last contest, and he’s such an advocate for Dear Thyroid, he will choose the winner.
You are the most thyilliant community I know, so I know you will spin some fierce yarns. In the event you’re not sure what to write, e-stalk me, and we’ll discuss.
The winner of the last Marco Thylo Contest is;
6. M: Oh, we couldn’t possibly change it on our own. There would probably be a specialist brought in to assess the situation, a surgeon saying ‘take it out’, a doctor saying ‘leave it in’, friends would drop by to say ‘it looks fine to me’ or ‘it’s changed already just get over it and move on’. We’d need our family close by for moral support and we’d probably need to log on to ‘Dear Lightbulb’ regularly to purge our pent up feelings of frustration, turmoil and regret at ever setting eyes on the screwy little bulb in the first place;-)
CONGRATULATIONS!!! Yahoo. You won. Now, my child, click over to the Dear Thyroid store and choose whatever you wish. Afterwards, email Katie with your chosen item and your mailing address. Are we clear?
To everyone, your entries were FANTASTIC as always! You’re all winners in my book.
Until next week, I remain;
Katie Louie Schwartz