These dark days are upon us and winter is creeping just waiting to bitch slap the wind out of your wicked lungs. It’s almost as the days get darker my mental state gets weaker and I just feel like a big pile of ogre poop.
Upon today’s awakening I’m greeted with a sensation of selling in my lower right quadrant below my ribs, “the liver area”.
So I’m thinking what it could be, have I been beaten in my sleep? Have I slept in some twisted position? Maybe playing to rough with the kid? Or was it the 2 paracetamols I popped yesterday followed by a alcoholic beverage a few hours later? Am I now one of the many victims of the pharmaceutical companies greedy little pinchers?
I honestly don’t know if I will even wake up the same skin colour tomorrow.
Only time will tell if I have finally managed to F-U-C-K up the true beast of the body, the Liver. And to top it off I’m now preparing my mind and body to sleep but all I’m hearing are vexatious Swedish voices of our precious neighbours, oh how I love Fridays!! Bitch sesh over!!!