My birthday's tomorrow, but the way this week's been going, I damn near felt like canceling it. Since Monday, I've been running on no energy, no motivation, and a WHOLE lotta pain. My health issues took a turn for the worst at the very last minute and pulled all the punches—intense never-ending pain, lack of appetite (yet still some weird cravings here and there), mood swings galore, and so on and so on. Things got so bad that I honestly didn't know how I was going to survive my special birthday trip to Atlanta—the one time I finally decided to actually do something to celebrate—and yet, here I am, suddenly feeling much better just hours before my flight, as if these past few days just never happened. Leave it to my body to trick itself into almost dying just in time to stop wylin right before I celebrate the one thing I never give enough credit to: my existence.
Ruling: #TakeThisL
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