so i was taking my 10 night time pills and had a conversation with myself:
hey, isn't it awesome that there is all this modern technology and medicine we can take?
not really, sometimes i feel like i'm just being tortured.
hey now, it's not that bad. 50 years ago, we woulda had surgery by now, or just died.
true, but we're probably going to end up having surgery anyway after three years of being experimented on.
well, isn't that better than dying?
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then i went to get more insulin out of the fridge. at least it's easy to use, the needles are tiny, and it doesn't feel like anything when you inject it. procrit burns like a mother and filling the syringe from the vial was such a pain in the ass.
life is scarier than death. but there's nothing i can't handle if i'd just stop whining about it. as long as i'm not being flex-sigged, nothing's really that bad after all
12 hours ago