When I was 16 years old I developed a very rare and typically fatal blood kidney disease. Spoiler alert! (It didn’t kill me.) I did, however, spend much of the first semester of my junior year of high-school in an intensive care unit receiving peritoneal dialysis, plasmapheresis and sporting a breathing tube, a catheter and an oh, so sexy, NG (nasogastric) tube. 713 more words
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Please. Shut the fuck up.
Yesterday was another tough day. Really tough. By noon I wanted nothing more than to cancel taco and marg dinner plans with my friends (which I already rescheduled once) but I forced myself to go since one of my very close friends will be moving out of state by the end of the week… 780 more words
Grief is a spectral that follows you, tied to you like a shadow. Depending on the day, you might not notice it at all, or you might be cast beneath its gloom to gaze at everything as through murky water– an altered reality, painful and horrible in its ugliness and its vast mystery. 490 more words