jessica young
Bio
Never know what one is to say about themselves. I am here to let out some thoughts. I am getting older with each breath. I use to love "things"..I hope I can find that again.
Stories (12/0)
Silly Thoughts I Have!
Thoughts I have: I am not even sure there is an answer. So, if you have one, sweet. I took a shower yesterday and, as a lot of us are prone to do, we avoid direct water on our affected limb/s. Now the shower is not really part of this thought process, it is just where it began. I got out of the shower and my leg was thumping, as usual. I looked down and my leg is always swollen, so nothing new here, but I took a good look at my foot. I noticed it was dry, dry, dry. I just stepped out of the shower, people. DRY, I tell you! OK, well, I can't bend my leg to actually reach my foot. Also, ladies, some of you will relate, but my boobs get in the way and breathing becomes a challenge, you feel me? So regardless, my feet do not receive the care that they once knew and loved from me, I am telling you; hard, dry skin on the sides of my feet, by my toes, at my heels, creeping, and it is getting annoying. Not to mention a tad bit painful.
By jessica young6 years ago in Longevity
A Horse of a Different Color
Let me tell you, I am seeing interesting things happening. So since we have been fixated on my feet for the last couple days, I totally forgot to tell y’all about the color changes. Get this, my leg changes colors all the way down to my toes!
By jessica young6 years ago in Longevity
Cinnamon Rolls for Everyone!
Do a quick Google search... You can find the Cinnamon Roll apology from now seemingly burnt Chef Mario. OK, so here is the thing. You can—but you shouldn't—say you are sorry for having allegedly done some bad things to women and end it with a recipe!
By jessica young6 years ago in Viva
Why the UN is Touring the US
How do we make it better? This is a rant, an opinion, a talking point and a life on the edge. Here it is... My life has been one up and down, mostly down, after another. I can't seem to get to a place of any comfort. Whether it be for my mind or for my broken body. This isn't the land of opportunity anymore. No, this is not a level playing field.
By jessica young6 years ago in The Swamp
