Upon entering the hospital we saw awful things like people freaking out in wheelchairs and too many patched-up eyes on unhappy faces. But luckily there weren't any clowns this time in the waiting room singing about bodily functions (always a good sign.) Just old, old people (and old, old People magazines.) Seems this thing that I have, this eye disease {charmingly called} ocular pemphigoid is something that is diagnosed mostly in the elderly. At least that's what comes up when you Google it (I warn you, don't do it.) I'm in the early stages of it, which consists mostly of discomfort and inconvenience.
"You're gonna be ok, " my friend Loren said. And deep down I know that's true. But it's the feeling that something could have been that bad is a feeling that I can't shake so easily.
On the other hand, my other friend Sean isn't even letting me go-there- girlfriend. Instead he suggested I refer to myself as "Pemphigoid Barbara." Sure it lacks the cache of Typhoid Mary, but still.
The main thing is that I'm fine and that I'm going to be fine. And isn't there that Jewish saying that the good comes with the bad too? Well, if this is how bad it gets, I'm pretty lucky.
"You're gonna be ok, " my friend Loren said. And deep down I know that's true. But it's the feeling that something could have been that bad is a feeling that I can't shake so easily.
On the other hand, my other friend Sean isn't even letting me go-there- girlfriend. Instead he suggested I refer to myself as "Pemphigoid Barbara." Sure it lacks the cache of Typhoid Mary, but still.
The main thing is that I'm fine and that I'm going to be fine. And isn't there that Jewish saying that the good comes with the bad too? Well, if this is how bad it gets, I'm pretty lucky.
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