Dear Johns

[superbadgirl]

Dear Body,

When you work, I can tolerate you. When you don't, I hate you.

I so hate you right now.

Sincerely,

SBG


Dear Muse,

I miss you. Where did you go? Now would be the perfect time for us to work some magic, and you're still off on some silly holiday. It's been a month. Come back!

Miserably,

SBG


Dear Loveseat,

You're pretty, but you're too short for me to sprawl out on like I need to. Believe me, I understand how horrible it is for me to say that, since I'm pretty but short myself. I'll never have longer legs, but you will soon be traded for a better model. Sorry. That's the way the world works, kid.

Sadly,

SBG


Dear Body,

I hate you even more now than I did when I wrote the first letter up top. We're on the outs.

Achingly,

SBG

Comments

[ldyanne.livejournal.com]

{{{Hugs}}} Hope you're feeling better soon!

[superbadgirl]

Thank you. I'm bummed this happened on a long weekend (extra long for me). I could have been out doing things.

[khek.livejournal.com]

Dear SBG,

I hope your body (and the rest of your accessories) cooperate and make things better soon.

Hopefully,

Khek

[superbadgirl]

Thank you! :)

I hate getting old. I think I'm just irritated this wasn't better the day after it happened. Hee.

[aizjanika.livejournal.com]

{{{{hugs}}}}

This so sucks. Have you ever had an MRI?

[superbadgirl]

No, it's not that bad. I don't think. I can now stand up straight, and it only really balks when I sit too long (like now), lean to pick something up or every once in a while when I'm walking my legs just kind of give out on me. It'll just take time and I have to brush off my old lower back PT exercises.

I'm just a big baby.