I Blame Dorothy

Dorothy. I have a love/hate relationship with her, with emphasis on the hate. Most of the time I forget about her. I forget she exists. Then from out of nowhere, I feel her presence. She greets me with a horrible smile. She rears her ugly head. I become dizzy.

You see, Dorothy is a part of me. Dorothy is my brain hemorrhage. She's about the size of a pea and presumably the color of dried blood. She's harmless but on occasion likes to mess with my inner body workings. Good times. Dorothy lives on my pituitary gland. Someday she'll disappear - I look forward to that day.