Third-rate factory-made frozen bao, and second-rate mint chutney, and yet I'm still immensely grateful to have even these.
Breakfast of champions, I suppose. I need it. I can barely move.
I don't think this medication is actually working fully on the PsA; the skin from the neck down is free of symptoms, but my scalp and face are not, and I'm sure not truly able to walk better than the stone golems in the old Claymation "Sinbad" movie.
I kinda feel like one of those golems, today.
