I don’t know if I did the right thing moving here. And fuck scleroderma and last year; I could have stayed in my wonderful loft, kept going to at least ArmadilloCon, had friends and eaten out, gone to movies, to the botanical gardens, to hear friends play music sometimes…but for the fucking scleroderma. Those two hospital stays and how terrible and hard the issues with my body were…PTSD, for sure. A lot of fear. And damn my fucking friends (yes, I was and am very thankful to them, for all they d...