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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My mom made it out of my apartment without major injuries, so that's a good thing.
She did bump her head three times on the same cabinet door in the space of 5 minutes because she "forgot it was there," but I mean, I didn't end up having to use any choke holds on her or anything.
I was tempted though....man was I tempted.
I don't know if it was the comment about me "giving up on school," claiming that she "saw no evidence" of my work as she stood in a pile of books and papers I had been poring over....or if maybe it was the time she suggested that I stop "feeling sorry for myself and go dancing" when I was too sick to walk to the bathroom. It could have been that she complained about not having any money after she went shopping for the fifth time this month. Or maybe, just maybe, it was how she snuck wine and beer into the apartment and pounded them in the kitchen each night, insulting my intelligence by running the sink water to "cover up" the sound of popping corks and fizzing cans.
The thing is, I still think my mom is rad.
I mean, she fucks up a lot and can say some pretty mean stuff, especially when she's on the sauce, but she is super kind and really really giving too. She makes great soup.
We're all like that - shitheads and heroes trapped in the same body.
The people who love you may want to kill you, but on the other hand, they don't know what they would do without you if you were gone.
I love my mom. She's the best.
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.
**************************************************************************************
My mom made it out of my apartment without major injuries, so that's a good thing.
She did bump her head three times on the same cabinet door in the space of 5 minutes because she "forgot it was there," but I mean, I didn't end up having to use any choke holds on her or anything.
I was tempted though....man was I tempted.
I don't know if it was the comment about me "giving up on school," claiming that she "saw no evidence" of my work as she stood in a pile of books and papers I had been poring over....or if maybe it was the time she suggested that I stop "feeling sorry for myself and go dancing" when I was too sick to walk to the bathroom. It could have been that she complained about not having any money after she went shopping for the fifth time this month. Or maybe, just maybe, it was how she snuck wine and beer into the apartment and pounded them in the kitchen each night, insulting my intelligence by running the sink water to "cover up" the sound of popping corks and fizzing cans.
The thing is, I still think my mom is rad.
I mean, she fucks up a lot and can say some pretty mean stuff, especially when she's on the sauce, but she is super kind and really really giving too. She makes great soup.
We're all like that - shitheads and heroes trapped in the same body.
The people who love you may want to kill you, but on the other hand, they don't know what they would do without you if you were gone.
I love my mom. She's the best.
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hahaha, you rock