-^▽sing text to speech. I’ve been absent. I become worse by the min∇te. I can hardly keep my eyes open for more than ten min∇tes at a time. My head is constantly reeling, my body is hot, and I haven’t eaten in fo∇r nights. I do believe I am abo∇t to die. Gen∇inely. I’m not saying this for sympathy or pity b∇t this very well co∇ld be the last post I ever make. And if it is then goodbye.^-
-^There is no help. ▽nless yo∇’re somehow more q∇alified than the past line∇p of docterrors to visit.^-
My Doctor is perfect. If not him, then my thimble, if not it then my tailor, if not him, then my own skills may assist.
oooooooooohhhhhh. oh you’re fucked
My thimble takes things. I take things. The Doctor fixes. The tailor can repair.
That is fine. A hive visit will just cost extra. Do you mind if I meander my way over?