Thanks, Mr Murakami
I was just going to post a giant rant about how I'm basically bedridden with this stupid incurable disease that my doctors can't even be bothered to treat properly and how any medication is only making things worse due to my eating disorder, also being left untreated thanks to doctors always seeming to be on holiday or leaving, which is fine - but I haven't been seen to in months, surely that's a bad system?!
Then there's my mother and how her brain tumour has grown rapidly after not doing so for a year, and the fact that due to where it is survival after surgery would be slim and she would most likely have no senses - but either way she's slowly going as it is, and it's horrible hearing her repeat her story of how she's blind in her left eye now and her right one is following over and over again on the phone.
But then I remember:
"Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only Assholes do that."
:)
Then there's my mother and how her brain tumour has grown rapidly after not doing so for a year, and the fact that due to where it is survival after surgery would be slim and she would most likely have no senses - but either way she's slowly going as it is, and it's horrible hearing her repeat her story of how she's blind in her left eye now and her right one is following over and over again on the phone.
But then I remember:
"Don't feel sorry for yourself. Only Assholes do that."
:)