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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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So I had to change my journal entry ASAP when I got online this morning. It's just too embarrassing to have your crazy raw feelings out there for people (even awesome helpful, badasses like you all) to see.

I can't even imagine what it must be like to be an SG....
Damn.
Those girls are so BRAVE!
They rock my socks off.
How come when I copy stuff to a new journal page, the smilie is changed to just the word "smile"? It makes me look stupid.