This won’t do. My behaviour hasn’t been fantastic lately – nor my creative output – and for both, I apologise.
Long story short, I am prone to getting lumps in my chest. Usually a build-up of tissue, brought on by hormonal shifts related to menstruation (blah blah), which has only become a regular thing quite recently, with weight gain. The flipside of improved health, is I have to go for check-ups on some of the larger lumps, to make sure they’re only cysts or whatever, and not something more. The Big C runs in my family.
Had a biopsy on one yesterday (am losing track of days); waiting for results. I never was good at waiting for anything. Consequently, I am being a shit to just about everyone, intentionally or otherwise; and distracting myself any-way I know how. The flipside of this being, I am not good at doling out attention, close-hand. And tend to become ice-maidenish.
I’m still thinking of you. And it’ll prove to be nothing, like all the others. The constant ache (I hate having tits at the best of times) and hormonal fluctuations, only serve to fuel anorexia’s triumphant yell that I would be much better off down in the black ‘n white with it.
You get the picture. I’m not a nice person at the moment. Far too serious.
Normal service will resume soon, and I’ll give you all Hell, with a wire-grin.
Much love x