The words are still crazy. I am speaking a foreign a language. I sound like someone who speak “English of a second language. I can sing a song, but I can’t speak coherant language.
This
Is
Killing
Me.
I’m a verbal girl. And not being able to express….nope
But I am getting stronger. Little by little. Fight for each word.
I did run to Target, had to buy some Diane Von whatshername. But I was able to drive. And I have a hair appointment because duh!! I need one badly
But hey, I can organize my thoughts, I just can’t speak English.
I wonder if this is a new bit of MECFS? Because that would be my luck. I have’t had a relapse in forever. I made sailed though the stress. I survived the belergerant husband. The asshole husband. The one I couldnt wait to get away from.
I still have horrible headaches, and have too take Tylenol and ibuprofen round the clock, and become dizzy. My bloodpresssure s ok. My right arm is less numb. So that is a good thing. But could I not be a medical weirdo? I am very tired, wear out quickly. And trying to find words, is exhausting.
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