It finally happened

After years of abuse, I think my body has finally revolted against my treatment of it.

My God damn legs won't work properly. I can deal with a lot of things, but if I can't walk, the fucking game is over. I will not be an invalid relying on others to take care of me. Fuck that noise.

My mother has MS and I can see the warning signs that it's incubating in my system. When your legs quit working that's a pretty big fucking warning flag. Jesus, I can't take more then 7 steps (I know because I counted) without stumbling and losing all muscle control and flailing about like a drunken mentally challenged two year old. This will never do. It's fucking embarrassing.

My body and I are about to go to war. If it thinks I've done horrible things to it in the past, it hasn't seen shit . If it's going to fuck with me then I'm going to fuck back even harder. I believe I have some D-Con in the cupboard. Maybe I'll eat it....how would you like that body?

Jesus, I might be developing schizophrenia on top of everything else. I may just have to go after my brain for revolting too. It is nice to be able to distance yourself from your body and brain though.