News from the Battlefield

As if being sick with whatever demonflu Sara brought home last week weren’t enough, the dermatologist confirmed today that, yes, those odd white spots around my “most private area” and the patches of white hair in my beard, and the spots that are there but you can’t see them without ultraviolet light because my skin is so pale, on the tops of my feet and around my lips...they are, indeed, vitiligo.

Fuckery. Thankfully I am not a vain man, so I’ll be fine. I’m wondering how many disorders it takes for the house of cards that I am to collapse. I’m thinking it would have to be a lot, since I’ve already come to terms with the ones that I know I have.

Here’s the writing that would have come last night, had I not been sick.

( Please Read and Enjoy )