It knows its crimes.

To clarify, it was nothing to do with diabetes. Far as I know, still not diabetic.

They were apparently dying after I banged that foot off a table.

Suppose it might be good to kind of explain why I am in physical therapy; the hospital amputation three of my left toes.

Day five of physical therapy I rest. Doing nothing after so many busy days kinda sucks

Fourth day of physical therapy: I know I'm improving, but it can be hard to see from the inside, and that sucks.

For what it's worth, knowing that all you nerds are out there rooting for me is giving me strength. I love all y'all, so so goddamn much. ♡

Sorry for the late reply. Not sure how much y'all already know, but I'm out of the hospital and still recovering. Just damned exhausted.

It's good to hear you lot are in my corner. <3

Whoo! Congratulations!

If there’s any way you’re able to help, it would mean the world to our family. We just need to get over this last hurdle, and we should be able to make it.

Venmo: @MaeGodHaveMercy
CashApp: $MaeGodHaveMercy
Zelle: maelyndean@gmail.com

Oh my god. I thought I was joking.

Just cut out the middleman and sell me a jar of the Stuf with a spoon. I know what I'm about.