It's my journal 
(if you already read the intro about interstitial cystitis, check out today's thoughts underneath the row of pretty pretty stars)
I thought it would be cool to document teh life of a chick who's got the girlie-disease "interstitial cystitis."
A lotta people don't know what I.C. is so here goes: incurable tiny ulcers inside the wall of your bladder make it hard to walk, exercise, eat, drink, fuck, dance, breathe, smell flowers, blah blah blah.
The thing is? I have this disease and i'm still kickin' ass.
And other for-real chicks that have bullshit going on with their bodies can relate.
No matter what our mutherfucking misogynistic doctors, sadistic nurses, well-meaning family members, and uninformed aquaintances say, we are awesome, and we can do a good job of taking care of ourselves, thankyouverymuch.
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Being off opiods is like.....being really nervous and really tired at the same time. You know, where you just want to bite the head off anyone who speaks to you, but you'd also give anything for a hug.
It feels like someone replaced your tendons with piano wire.
Everything is jangly. Too loud, to sharp, to crisp.
If the only thing you had to do to kill time was run on a wheel, do you think you would? I think I would. I think I would end up on the wheel a lot, thinking things like "Okay, now, I'm going to see if I can complete three full rotations in only two steps!" I would make a good prisoner. A good zoo-inhabitant. Not punk rock at all.
(if you already read the intro about interstitial cystitis, check out today's thoughts underneath the row of pretty pretty stars)
I thought it would be cool to document teh life of a chick who's got the girlie-disease "interstitial cystitis."
A lotta people don't know what I.C. is so here goes: incurable tiny ulcers inside the wall of your bladder make it hard to walk, exercise, eat, drink, fuck, dance, breathe, smell flowers, blah blah blah.
The thing is? I have this disease and i'm still kickin' ass.
And other for-real chicks that have bullshit going on with their bodies can relate.
No matter what our mutherfucking misogynistic doctors, sadistic nurses, well-meaning family members, and uninformed aquaintances say, we are awesome, and we can do a good job of taking care of ourselves, thankyouverymuch.
***************************************************************************************************************************
Being off opiods is like.....being really nervous and really tired at the same time. You know, where you just want to bite the head off anyone who speaks to you, but you'd also give anything for a hug.
It feels like someone replaced your tendons with piano wire.
Everything is jangly. Too loud, to sharp, to crisp.
If the only thing you had to do to kill time was run on a wheel, do you think you would? I think I would. I think I would end up on the wheel a lot, thinking things like "Okay, now, I'm going to see if I can complete three full rotations in only two steps!" I would make a good prisoner. A good zoo-inhabitant. Not punk rock at all.
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cheekywanker:
im on pain killers for my hip, i was lucky enuff to catch a stray bullet a while ago.
kirin_ka:
I will have a ton of pics up after prom.