Emerging again. Into a sea of what in the actual fuck just happened? I hate how surgery causes me to lose my memory. It’s all fuzzy recollections. Emerging feeling like I’m drowning via my to-do list. Like I’ll be at the airport lounge in a few hours frantically face fucking tableau reports. (I will be) […]
I’m so frustrated by the number of medical personnel who just want their job to be easier. I’ve got the juicy veins of a woman formally obsessed with the gym. This has allowed me to avoid a port with my oncologists blessing. He warned me the nurses in transfusion wouldn’t be happy about it. He […]
Death to Uncle Joey 