You can blame Casey. She inadvertently gave me permission to dip my toes into the waters of vlogging this week as I’ve been too sick and put upon to blog. Using my mobile phone, I’ve documented my descent into madness. These short blips only begin to tell my tale of woe and phlegm and tissues with lotion. Please excuse the shaky, up-nostril shooting.
Marked by jovial disavowal of the unavoidable truth that I’m ill…and not just mentally.
The pitiful subject, now so miserable she’s forced to confront her illness head-on, acquiesces to Western medicine.
Notice how the patient clings to the remaining shreds of her merry personality by cheerfully singing her diagnosis despite her weakened state. So sad…*shakes head*