Least I have a nice boyfriend who gives a shit and buys me flowers…
I’m quite upset with the incompetence of the health care system in this country.
That whole attitude that goes like: Let’s just prescribe her a bunch of high-grade narcotics and just hope it all just goes away on its own.
Don’t get me wrong, I love me some (legally obtained) narcotics. But idk… When your “condition” includes trigger words such as “cyst” and “over 1/2 a litre of internal bleeding”, and including but is not limited to: vomiting, debilitating pain, hardly being able to walk, no appetite, inability to make a proper bowel movement, AND not being able to work, I think a bi-monthly blood testing and two bottles of Percocets isn’t even cutting it close to adequate care.
But you’ve been every now and then on my mind, you’re every now and then on my mind.The Swell Season
A J was my first crush,
And my first kiss as well.
Twas a J that took my v-card.
There’s a J who still has a piece of my heart,
That’s locked away in a tower,
And a J that prods and paws at me
Before I take a shower.
And J who breaks my heart, just about every other day.
Sometimes words, occasionally neglect, and many things I rather not say.
Someone read my tea dregs many moons ago.
Told me the letter J meant something significant.
Who was I to know?