Sea swimming and reflux. Unrelated. Probably.
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Maritime winters. Long waits for endocrinology.
Between doses, between jobs, between plans.
Reads the label of everything.
Nonna cooks. I eat what I can. We manage.
Ten hours of flights a year. Cool bag expert now.
Quiet bloke. Posting anyway.
Rural GP, waiting lists, patient patience.
Baltic availability is a lottery.
Walks, weather, weekly journal.
Hairdresser number two. We compare shedding notes.
Kosher kitchen, high protein, big family.
Fell walking is my whole non-scale story.
Blunt, kind, occasionally both at once.
Seaside, seagulls, steady weeks.
Type 2 for nine years. Numbers finally moving.
Bilingual paperwork nightmares.
Small island, one supplier, fingers crossed.
Journalling since day one.
Altitude, hydration, electrolytes. Learned the hard way.
Garden, dog, no drama.
Fisherman. Injection day at sea is a puzzle.
Two pharmacies, one very kind pharmacist.
Sixty-six. Strength circle convert.
Off-grid-ish. Fridge is a genuine question.
Three sons, one kitchen, endless negotiation.
Reads Swedish guidance, argues with it.
Shipyard shifts and a good union rep.
Learning what is available and what is not.
Two dogs, two walks, two years soon.
Poet. Journalling suits me.
Valleys born. Blunt and warm.
Cross-country skiing and enough protein.
Menopause circle. Finally understanding my own sleep.
Married to another member. We check in together.
Bloodwork nerd. Reformed.