Hoho keeps me warm while stealing my heat. I feel adorned with love and its tokens . Two bracelets - one for
@undercurrentmpls , the other a gift from a young kid at the ALS walk that says END ALS. My blanket is a gift from
@futureyesteryear and I believe that my shirt is as well. If I receive an unexpected gift without a note, I assume it's Erika! It's astounding how small my world became once I stopped being able to open things, hold them, examine them, bring them closer to read. I feel pretty clueless. I view it as an initially uncomfortable, but sometimes rather freeing loss of control. Anyway, I feel the love with every single message, picture, postcard. It's really exhausting to type, so I as always apologize for my lack of communication. I have endless things to say, but they are stuck behind the wall of my eyes. I really understand why people give up on using eye gaze when you spent your whole life being able to talk. It's amazing and I LOVE my tobii. But anyone who has been around me using knows it's a learning process for everyone . It requires an entirely new flow of conversation. Before I finally stop rambling, I need to to say that if you attended
@bmanpoop birthday or bought Bman Sucks merch, you have helped me in a tangible way. My disease progression seems to come with an endless stream of products needed. A lot of things are covered in one way or another, but the things that aren't covered often amount to hundreds per bill or purchase. There is so much to be sad about, to be scared of, but as I can attest, and as the Twin Cities has been showing us, there is joy and healing and safety when we see ourselves as a community and care for and protect each other thusly.
I hereby revoke any responsibility for proofreading this, because I am sleepy.