No, I still don’t drive. And this isn’t my car. The car, the hair and the outfit are measures my sister took to make me feel better in the last two weeks of the process.
The measures worked beyond anybody’s wildest dreams. My legs that looked terrifying after a severe case of PUPPPS magically got cured overnight. I went to bed with legs that were swollen, cracked, red, and itchy, but woke up with legs that looked completely normal, just like they looked my entire life. I was so happy to see them again that I wanted to kiss them.
This is the great power of the subconscious.
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