Please resist putting yourself in my shoes. They're ill fitting and smell rank. I'll swish, scrunch and squish around in them and offer up my first person perspective as a plate of ghoulish h'ordeuvres festooned with fasciculations and spasms, cramps and approaching paralysis and suffocations, chokes and aspirations.
You need not imagine, mine is enough for all of us.
Tracy, I can't imagine what you are living. It paralyzes me to think YOU are going through it and that's bad enough. I think about you all every day and I am so glad they are there with you.
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