Please dust my wet noodle

Diagnosed borderline personality disorder, been in therapy for 8 years, on meds, just had iron infusion where doc took an hour and 3 stabs to find and stick my vein. Every time I think of my brain being messy, I think of that pasta/noodle meme where you dry the wets and wet the dries and then dust the wets but the dusting stops too soon and it’s like “please, my wets. dust my wets” but in my case it’s “please, my brain. Dust my brain”.
I suppose my brain is still my wet noodle.