And this is my story told in blogs.
Some of the things I will talk about in these blogs are not appropriate for the immature. Nothing I say is graphic or anything like that, but the very nature of my disease is something that might cause snickering and whispers of, "You're gross." amongst those who are not ready to handle it. I'm not embarrassed or ashamed of my disease because I understand that it is not something that I can control and is something that I must live with for the rest of my life. I have no problem sharing these things with you because I feel like you should be able to understand.
If you've read this and deem yourself mature enough to continue reading, then by all means, carry on.
So I guess I must not be very big.
Remember that nice little drawing I did of the animals? here's an updated version. The original idea was to put this on t-shirts to advertise this site, but somewhere along the way to the finished design I've kind of lost hope.
No one in my family is very intereste…
"Now show us on the doll where he touched you."
You know that area where your ribs start to separate at the bottom? Go ahead and poke that right now. If everything is fine with you, your fingers should sink in a bit as the muscles there bend under the pressure you applied. Now flex and press in that…
No, not my pets, but the animals living in my internal organs. It's kind of a joke that started in high school that just progressed even further when I got sick in college. Here are which animals live in what organ and why:
It was August 2010, I had been accepted to the school I desperately wanted to go to and all preparations were being made for me to leave my comfortable life at home and live on my own two hours away. I had recently become aware that something wasn't quite right with my body, but I kept brushing it o…
