I am off the cortisone now and my bowel is not happy. It has its own party every time I eat something and then it greets its new best friend, bowl to face. While vomiting does feel cleansing to a degree, it is also incredibly tiring. I think it ages me. My face etches on a decade after each greeting. It is like seeing my morning face in the evening - a look that launched a thousand horror movies. Why exactly am I writing about this?
I have no idea.
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