So today Im talking to myself, or parts of myself. Left Leg Nerve Network, screaming at me will get you nowhere. Yes, you were a bit jostled and traumatized by the surgeon who sliced very close to you and jostled Captain Sciatic in the process. Youre upset. I get it. But do you know what he did for you? He removed a marauding invader that had begun sending out tentacles that would have strangled all of you -- a malicious invader whose intent was to kill us all-- first you, then me. You should be grateful. We all survived. I am glad to know you are alive and that you have registered your indignation. But now that we all know where we stand, can you just relax and try to act like it never happened? I really think the danger has passed. Oh, except, a few of your number are still a bit numb. Wake them, but gently. I hate having to drug you all, daily. I know you hate it, too, but it hurts me more than it hurts you. I have a book to finish. I cant make progress on that if Im sleeping all day. Or throwing up. Thats right, Im talking to you, Stomach. Stop complaining about the poison. Its not here for you. Its going after several foreign invaders. Step aside and let it work. I need to heal, so you can heal. To do that, I need you to graciously accept whatever I drop down to you. You know its good for us. Quit spewing it back at me. I love you all. Lets try to get along.
Posted on: Mon, 08 Sep 2014 16:11:19 +0000
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