(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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My friend's script got picked up for Creepshow 3!!! Woot! Go him. This is right after he got the all clear too - no more cancer. That is so sweet.
(Apologies in advance for incoherent journal entry)
I miss checking everyone's journal - I want to know how y'all are, but I am super swamped at school right now and.....
Tip # 456 A: If you are poor, hungry and vegetarian, you might be tempted, late at night at the Plaid. You might say to yourself "Well, since they are out of the vegetarian Cup o' Noodles, I'll just get the chicken flavor and dump out the icky chicken powder. That way I can still eat cheap but I'll avoid the evil bird-flesh and its effect on a digestive system that lost its ability to break down faunal remains long ago."
You might say that to yourself, but you would be dead wrong. And four days later, you would still be feeling exactly how wrong you were.
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 friend's script got picked up for Creepshow 3!!! Woot! Go him. This is right after he got the all clear too - no more cancer. That is so sweet.
(Apologies in advance for incoherent journal entry)
I miss checking everyone's journal - I want to know how y'all are, but I am super swamped at school right now and.....
Tip # 456 A: If you are poor, hungry and vegetarian, you might be tempted, late at night at the Plaid. You might say to yourself "Well, since they are out of the vegetarian Cup o' Noodles, I'll just get the chicken flavor and dump out the icky chicken powder. That way I can still eat cheap but I'll avoid the evil bird-flesh and its effect on a digestive system that lost its ability to break down faunal remains long ago."
You might say that to yourself, but you would be dead wrong. And four days later, you would still be feeling exactly how wrong you were.
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Thanks for the manly klingon kiss.
Qapla'
yes, POM is the shiz. I am lame, i kept the bottles and have been refilling them with a mix of cranberry juice and green tea
sort of the same thign , right?