It’s sort of weird to watch yourself slowly falling; for me, I never seem to know I’m falling till the crisis point. Yes, there are lots of signs, lots of massive neon warnings in your mind’s eye but if you just keep pretending…perhaps it’ll pass.
It didn’t. The longest I’ve ever been well is 4 months in the last 6 years. 2 months away from the possibility of reduction.
I really thought I’d stay better.
Anyway, I wrote a ditty based on what felt like a very cruel yet hilarious moment, Tue 6th Dec: stuck in peak-hour traffic, not far from home but having no hope of getting there soon and experiencing my first panic attack in years and desperately needing to go to the toilet for a #1. In retrospect, it doesn’t seem so amusing at all.
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Oi! What’s all this about having a penis? Pull yourself together. Who’d want all those dangly bits, handy though they are.
Glad you obvious feeling better now.
I take it back - no penis envy for me anymore. Well, at least, not for the moment. Girls after a certain age have boobs, and goddamn they\’re nice.
Oh, and thanks for your concern, I am feeling miles better. The joys of modern pharmacology!
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