Vindication!
Granted, no one knew I was exposed to CT-511 that day. (It was a year later that I found out.)
But ha! Proof I was seen at the emergency room. And given three prescriptions.
IT HAPPENED
Proof I keep better records than the hospital 😬
Pack rat.
We're cleaning our closet. I've thrown out several 30-gallon trashbags of stuff. Some which brought me great joy, but I'm throwing out because that way someone else won't have to some day when I'm dead.
Stuff I kept for the life I thought I'd have.
Hope. Dreams.
Tossed out!
And copies of old bills and stuff. The junk you're supposed to keep for a decade before shredding. Well, it's going out now! (Far more than a decade.)
Gone. Gone. Gone.
It's hot as hell and I'm in unbearable pain.
Oh look, here's papers that remind me WHY.




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