Hi, Kiddo, it’s me!
Stop making my cry. I could have been Jane in 2003. Did you read my profile that I revised fairly recently? It’s scarey!! I can’t tell you how much pain I’m in every day, you would think I was lying. I took a walk down the hall at a meeting today for a soda and when I got back (in horrid pain and tears in my eyes) everybody in that meeting dropped what they were talking about to ask me if I was OK and could they help me!! And neuropathy is only a part of things.
I just wish everyone could see that laughing off that extra donut (1 sm. plain is not too bad) is no laughing matter. It turns it’s head like a snarky rattlesnake … ready to devour you at a moment’s notice. These horror stories DO happen. Read my profile and see. I didn’t even waste the time to tell you of all the thoughts of suicide I had and all the tears I shed … alone!
Take heed and stop Far**ng around. If you can, add as much exercise as you can tolerate. Don’t wait until it’s too late to do it because of physical handicaps. I cry. I am crying. I can’t stop crying … ever!
Lovingly,
Lois La Rose
Milwaukee, WI