aksiokersa

It's my journal (if you already read the intro about IC, 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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Dude. I am working on my thesis hardcore now. I am like, doing science. And if I wasn't too sick to take jobs, I'd be getting paid for it. And I'm finding all these little ways that my work will help all different people along the way. Ichthyologists, archaeologists, history buffs, Native peoples, and the friendly sturgeon of the Columbia.


You guys.

That is so cool!