Not too many years ago, words like this would have meant a death sentence to most people. There wasn't enough medicine and technology to save lives. Nowadays, words like this can still mean a death sentence, but for a different reason. It's now about attitude more than anything. This is my story. This is how I decided to "Fight It, Survive It."
Saturday, February 19, 2011
Again...Almost
I was in the ER again. I woke up, feeling horrible. Just about ready to lose it all over again. Vomit, passing out, you know, the regular thing. Miranda took me right to the hospital. The doctors have no definite answer, but they ruled out heart problems, which is nice. They think that it could be because I am such a "lightweight" when it comes to medicine (good thing I have never had alcohol before!), and tapering off the prednisone, my body is really getting thrown through the ringer.
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