The text of my letter to my unwanted passenger, as requested to write by therapy person (CW cursing):
Dear Scleroderma,
What the actual fuck?
I don’t want you on this ride. Apparently I can’t kick you off. So could you fucking behave? We can’t do constant bathroom breaks or hospital stays. I need to use my hands. So put on these headphones, listen to a podcast or some music, watch the scenery and fucking keep to your seat and behave.
Sincerely,
Your fucking host, me.
#chronicillness