My nose is running–spinal fluid leaking–fucking a–im healing

If we weren’t on lockdown I’d go see my neurologist. Some ‘interesting symptoms right now–CSF or the release of spinal fluid through nasal passages. The thing is I’ve been losing weight, cutting salt, avoiding cheap food, avoiding stress–but Monday last week was fucked up–two students attacked me and disrupted my Zoom class. This Monday was better, but my stress levels were way too high. I think I’ll have to limit tomorrow’s class to doing phone or email or text appointments with students. My BP is normal, but after doing some reading about CSF and IIH/ICH I think I need to consult with someone who can help me manage this healing process. So much I’ve learned recently–inflammation of adipose tissue –not just obesity, but in me something else besides IIH/ICH, but Empty Sella Syndrome (ESS) or at least partially compressed pituitary gland. So, looks like my increased libido, weight loss–rapidity of it that is, hormone rebalancing, sharpened thinking and writing, and more, and quite frankly, a much sharper vision spiritually are all connected to me taking my BP, anti-cholesterol, and anti-seizure scripts–and adding in a THC capsule to help reduce the inflammation all over my body, as well as doing therapy, treating my depression and anxiety with a script, taking collagen, all my vitamins, milk thistle, writing, praying, singing (I’m an alto), making peace with my family and reconnecting, making peace with my friends and reconnecting, making peace with my colleagues and reconnecting, confronting those who have bullied me or harmed me emotionally–i.e., using the tools from my prayers and therapy, accepting the gifts God/Goddess has given me and accepting myself for who I am in all of my many ways that I walk this planet in this life in this place we call home we call life we call being human. I love you, and you and I are all of us. My physical condition shook me out of complacency, and for that, I am grateful, because I have so much more work to for the People before God picks me up to take me Home. We know not the day nor the hour, so let’s kick some ass and write some epic shit!

Yup, this is a rant

I’ll make some more shit out of this in the morning or later

grammarly fucking rocks

yup i’m stiill up looking at that fucking stalker reading my shit–bitch you only need tto read it once duumbasss

go download the photos if you need a quiet moment

your freaky self

my hands tremor now

rruining my secretarial skills that fed me durring my 20s

shit