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Yep. I’m doing it. Keeping up. Working my ass off, working out. Lab work is decent and I’m holding my own. Meds are manageable and I more than resemble a human being most days.

Mentally I still feel early thirty something. But today I received a SHOCKINGLY, SOBERING reminder, while washing my hands in a bathroom with flourescent light (Yeah, I’m sure that was the problem, flourescent light) that I am most certainly not ‘early thirty something’ anymore.  Though it’s been great not spending the money for traveling to medical appointments (as often), not being zapped (MRI’s, CAT scans, etc.) but only twice a year and not taking freakishly large doses of medication. The flip side is, I seem to be spending alot of money trying to reverse the signs of sickness, medication, age and yes having partied like a rock star.

Crows feet and laugh lines are also something you might see in worn shoe leather. Skin “hyper pigmentation” also resembles a world atlas, where blotches on your face closely resemble world continents. “Liver Spots”, suck.  And isn’t breast tissue supposed to be on your chest?? And not even with your belly button?

I turned a few heads in my day. But that’s really all it was. A day. Now, that ‘day’ feels more like a decade ago. Who am I kidding, I’m fast approaching 2 decades. Ouch.

Now it’s crest whitening strips, Loreal Natural Match 3W, waxing off my mustache, lasering the “hyper pigmentation” trying to get pre-cancerous skin cells before they become pre-cancerous, while all the while entertaining the thought of botox and a boob lift, something I previously sneered other women for doing, in “my day”.

Karma can be a real bitch.