Some mornings, just getting upright and moving toward the Toilette was an excruciating Ordeal. How can that BE ? The Previous Day's Production `done` in REPREHENSIBLE "SUPER Slo-Mo" with E--X--T--E--N--D--E--D rests, pauses, stalls, and even NASA-like "Holds" that SHOULD have granted me "Stay"--- Certainly NOT the ravages of `You are "Exceeding Design Parameters" ` Ligament and Tendon Damage--- the ones where Muscles scream YOUARESOFUCKINGOLD.
I will speak of Self Hatred, the one where Weakness is Transmogrified---the one where every Step is somehow Malicious---the one where just getting up from a seated position requires PLANNING.
I didn't see `It ` coming.
Yesterday I was 26.
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