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Ah yes, #WorldBrainDay — that special time of year when the world pretends to care about the human brain. How lovely. Shall we all have a think about thinking?
Meanwhile, over here, my brain’s doing its best impression of a soggy electrical circuit being attacked by invisible gremlins. MS doesn’t send flowers or awareness ribbons. It sends fire ants tap dancing on my nerves, brain fog thick enough to butter toast, and pain so sharp it could cut glass.
But go on, light a candle or post a heart emoji. That’ll fix it. 👍
I don’t need a day for my brain. I need a replacement. Preferably one that hasn’t been cooked in demon piss.
Still — here I am. Writing this blog, existing despite it all, swearing like a dockworker and laughing into the abyss. Because what else is there? I’m still here, you bastards. And that’s the real miracle.
Cheers, brain. You absolute shambles of a meat sponge.
– Mr Dark 📍 Currently lost in brain fog, do not disturb.
Footnotes from the Pit 🕳️
🧠“Brain Fog” – Like trying to do a Sudoku underwater while someone shouts the wrong answers at you through a megaphone.
⚡ “Nerve pain” – Imagine licking a plug socket. Now imagine that sensation… in your spine.
🛠️ “Medical advice” – Includes gems like: “Just stay positive”, “Have you tried yoga?”, and my personal favourite: “It could be worse.”
🕯️ “Awareness Days” – 24 hours where we all pretend chronic illness is quirky and inspirational. Followed by 364 days of complete radio silence.
🎉 “Still here” – Not cured. Not better. Just stubborn. Very, very stubborn.
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