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Years ago I was diagnosed with Protcalgia Fugax. At that time I was placed into every type of embarrassing compromise with this exam or that one. Please, Google that up. This most terrible form of body on body torture is this hidious spasm.
Anyways, I've had two facial spasms today, and...
...Honest To My God! I would rather have the rectal spasms than a facial spasm any-damned-day of life! It's a Fugax Thang, you wouldn't know. Well, if you have had - no, I won't go there.
The Protalgia Fugax thing pops up because I have had the misfortune and displeasure today of both of these types of spasms. On my face and in my 'port of exit'...
...to have these coincide with the deep ear pains, the pains in my neck and cervical spine - them damned 'cluster pains' on the left side of my scalp and I swear, it seems as if I have been surprise attacked very much in a while today.
Sounds like I paint and sing a painful self portrait. Well, this is where I live and it is a painful self-portrait - that's why I am here at this key board at this time of night. Well, I am okay. So, I share there's not too much to do about this scene, so I do my best to keep on keeping on. And on.
Kindred, I ask, what more of a La-Tea-Da-Day Kind-of-Life can a Mixed Blood ask for? Ha! Now that I think about it, all of this comes right down to Genetics's and the DNA's and the like. I here by proclaim and say here, the gene pool was tainted, Honey's. Damn it!
I'm living truth, I mean, all 6 ' 2", 265 pound, size 12 shoe wearing Goofy Gimpologist Me. All of me. En'it? Yes, damn it, it is. I'm all me.
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