One woman's journal of illness
It's days like this that my life feels awful. I ran out, and it's the weekend, so I have to wait until Monday. Can I cry now? Thyroid hormone is necessary to function. In fact, low enough levels can kill a person. It's my fault for being so sick that I didn't leave the house in the rain to go get some. Ok, enough sarcasm.
posted by CatholicGirlie at
8:41 PM
Let's see...I'm a girlie girl-but I used to be a tomboy (soccer and field hockey were my things). I look Irish, even to the casual observer. My friends say that I'm a flirt, though I merely see myself as friendly. I have an IQ of 165, though I try not to flash it around to everyone I meet. I like to learn new languages. I'll read as many as three books a day for pleasure (yes, I'm a speed reader). I have one sister and numerous cousins who are like brothers and sisters. I have two really close friends and lots of friends who are close but not as much as my two best girls (and a million people that I'm friendly with).
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