I seldom proof read these posts. And the one from Thursday night was terrible. I said having crickets in you head is "a lot worse" than other things. What I meant to say (and have now corrected it to say) is it's 'not's nearly as bad' as other afflictions.
In fact, if I cold choose an affliction if I had to have one. I'd choose crickets in my head.
Go back and read the redacted version. It's what I meant....Sorry....
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