Gabby Windey

But that's not all from the nefarious Peter Pan who steals from the poor vein and gives to herself.

She scours Facebook, allegedly, who even uses Facebook anymore, one like Ashley, a true comment Karen, for any negative comments about the blast, ruining your legs, and she deletes all the comments while allegedly blocking the user.

Allegedly, I said.

So you know she's going into the interwebs and trying to delete, delete, delete any negative findings, which is how I got caught in this circle in the first place, even on Reddit, right?

I spent the last week giving myself ice burn with ice straight on the skin and hoping to get right to the fascia.

Dehydration from hours at the spa to try and release this fucking fascia which plagues my life and gulps and gulps and gulps of arnica.

Chewing them down.

Please save me.

I ordered a cream that I found on the internet called Abruzzese.

It's only found in Australia.

And it's in the mail right now because I messaged the seller from eBay to expedite the shipping as this is an emergency.

And apparently it's a cream used in post-surgery to break up the iron to help the bruises.

I don't have the bruises.

I just have like so many painful lumps and bumps.

And it's been two weeks now.

But sometimes they turn into bruises.

So I'm hoping that it just helps whatever the fuck is stuck underneath there.

Because I'm still fascia-fucked.

It's gotten maybe microscopically better as my daily side-by-side pictures show, but it has been a fairly long time, I think.

Two weeks for minimal improvement?