The People Deciding Whether Or Not To Perform The Brain Surgery You Need Are Still Judging Us By BMI.

The people deciding whether or not to perform the brain surgery you need are still judging us by BMI. My friend has to drop another 80lbs before they'll work on her spine.

(Should have seen some of the faces in the operating room back in my 20s when they tried to lift me from one table to the other, and then had to ask me to move myself. I was in good shape, but still weighed over 220lbs even then. You can't truly judge muscle mass by gender.)

(When I woke up from that one, the device had been implanted in the wrong side from the planned route. I still wonder if they couldn't even roll me over? Seriously?)

I can't keep having the same conversations about love languages, mbti, iq, bmi, "brain fully formed at 25" and shit over and over again...

which do you prefer: cows or frogs?

neither, they are both good.

Cows are highly pettable and you can put your weight into it and some of them you can ride around like hoses and also they make the milk we use to make cheese. They are spotty colored and will scratch themselves on giant brushes if you give them access. They frolic in the sun and grass, unrestrained despite their size.

Frogs are Shaped and slippery and they make pleasant noises. The thaw of the peepers' blood heralds the spring every year, bringing hope back with them. Frogs have little webbed feet and swallow by pressing their eyeballs in and some of them are so handsome we cannot help believe they were once princes.

I love them both, and love is boundless, anon.

Azhdar

Zero, and all of the status lights are covered in tape or stickers. But if the sun's up, that's fine. It can shine on me while I sleep, no problem.

Day 190

Shy, But Happy To See You