I'm going underground, just like Paul Weller sang or deeper as Jamiroquai did. My heart is getting weaker which is a right bitch.My legs are blue from the knees down.I'm tired, bored, and somewhat ready to start begging for surgery, no matter what. So....... by the time I resurface, I expect to be able to post a brand new "ME" post. I'm in great spirits otherwise, of course worried, though not completely miserable.A bit of mind over matter, and never giving in, disease wise or otherwise.I'm bored with cathartic, I hate not being able to look gorgeous in flip flops. Nuff said, Caesar Salad and Granary bread for tea. Lush.