Dec 1
The Bullshit ™ has been kicking my ass the last few days especially. It's embroiled with the bad nausea I had a few days ago. I had another Not Cool episode of it yesterday, this time whilst asleep. I have the shakes. A subtle slow shaky set of hands, wobbly legs. Hold my hand out in front of me, it trembles. Uh huh. Perhaps. If you take the view that the gut biome has a direct and strong connection to the rest of your wellbeing, then, it's not a surprise. Eh it's ok. Come on end day. Finish me off already. What form will my collapse take. Come on. Get it over with. Today was therapy day. The Bullshit was not kind. Today was very hard getting out. As I left the house my legs were shaking, I could feel them. And I felt so weak. So tired. But. Just do it Johnny. One foot in front of the other, grit teeth. Fuck it. I moved slowly. Like treacle. Walking into a hurricane that you can't see. I got to therapy and slumped. Literally. Head backwards. Everything was slow. And h...