Graves, So Cute, And My Hostess; Defiant Little Thing, ISN’T SHE?!
I am writing to inquire as to what the hell, exactly is going on? We were having such a grand time, wobbling and shaking. I so enjoyed listening to your pounding heart and watching you melt away from the wonderful warmth I was creating. What a party pooper you are. And that little lady we went to see? The one with that thick accent? WTF? I could just feel your anxiety melting away, no matter how hard I tried to crank it up. Why did she have to tell you stuff and explain the reasons behind my madness? When she said Graves Disease, I knew I was in trouble. You had a name for what I was doing.
Just letting you know that whatever those little white things you are taking twice a day are making me slow my shit down. But, I am still here doing my job, and will be pulling a few tricks here and there… you know, when you screw up. Like last week? Oh man, you are too funny with your little “I can have a ½ cup of regular coffee, It won’t bother me just this once” and then later when the kids left that box of cheese crackers open and you decided to “try and see if they had gotten stale”.
I took that window and flew with it. Remember? She runs, she flies, to the ladies room, repeat, repeat. And boom, boom, boom went the heart. But, that only lasted one day. Bring back the fun. Let me go wild and free again, you know I still have it in me.
Love to you,
(Bio): Amanda… who has just gotten the diagnosis of Graves Disease… one of the suckiest names for a disease ever.
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