gillette

ftiday was doctor day, you will learn that doctor day is pity party day, because i hate it very much. every two months i go and find out how broken i am, and he tries to think of new things to unbreak me, even though we both know it ain't happenin'.

i have cirrhosis of the liver. i didn't get it from any of the reasons most people do - i don't drink, never had hepatitis, no funky drug use... i got it because i had undiagnosed diabetes for so long, it finally gave up.

the thing i hate the most about being sick is that i am so tired all the time. it is worse when my denial is challenged by the doctor, who tells me i have to take a nap every day. i am not in kindergarten, for god's sake!

now i have a new admonishment - i have to be careful not to run into things or get bruised, because my platelet levels are so low, when that happens i bleed internally and make things worse.

the good news is that i may very well go along like this for another ten years - taking naps and wrapping myself in bubblewrap before i clean the closets.

at least i also have been told to go swimming. yay!