Rolling Stones Gather No Moss

So I am crawling out from under my rock before I get too mossy!
I got better… say it with a Monty Python accent…
“-She turned me into a newt!
-A newt?
-I got better…”
Thank you for all the well wishes. Most migraines I function through, others… well they knock me off my perch and stomp on me and grind me into the mud.
So since I am on a Monty Python roll… to YOU MIGRAINE I say { I apologize for my crassness but doggone it sometimes ya just have to get tough! }:
“I don’t wanna talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough wiper! I fart in your general direction! You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries!”

Tagged as: hemiplegia, monty python, refractory chronic migraine

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