I’m writing this at 3 am, can’t sleep, feeling the full effects of low blood rates. It’s like having the worst flu that you are unable to find comfort while going through it. I’m told this could last for another few days or longer, none of us are the same. I have become a weepy mess, like an uncomfortable big baby.
I try to envision my new immature stem cells finding their way home and having a big party. Hopefully, once the first few party goers arrive they will spread the news.
These stems just need to realize The McNutt’s throw really good parties and this is no time to be fashionably late. xo