chasing away salt water
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| Blog Name: | chasing away salt water |
| Url: | http://chasingawaysaltwater.blogspot.com |
| Language: | English |
| Topics: | memoir, medicine & survival, transplant |
| Description: | 'Chasing Away Salt Water' is the title of my memoir. It's a mulch of memories, where I am turning the sod and slowly digging away and creating vignettes - some small, others large. I will write about Cystic Fibrosis. I will write about death. I will write about life. I will write about brutal treatments. I will write about fond memories. I will write about my childhood. I will write about sex. I will write about ghosts. I will write about the kindness of humans. I will write about faecal matter. I will write the truth. |
| Popularity: | 90 Followers |
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october
October 2007We waited for my oxycontin prescription. The pharmacy assistant was impatient, her face foul. It was late. Mum and I had waited four hours to see the doctor and were mired in shock. Words ricocheted around my head after jumping off tongues.'We're going to have to take all of the skin off.'Skin off.'We'll probably have to remove your clitoris.'Let me die on the table.'We'll need to re-direct your bowel, so you'll have an ileostomy for at least three months.'A poo bag.'If you don't have an ileostomy, you'll die from infection.'I'l
October 2007We waited for my oxycontin prescription. The pharmacy assistant was impatient, her face foul. It was late. Mum and I had waited four hours to see the doctor and were mired in shock. Words ricocheted around my head after jumping off tongues.'We're going to have to take all of the skin off.'Skin off.'We'll probably have to remove your clitoris.'Let me die on the table.'We'll need to re-direct your bowel, so you'll have an ileostomy for at least three months.'A poo bag.'If you don't have an ileostomy, you'll die from infection.'I'l
today I wept
I cry for the futility.I cry for the waste.I cry for my friend who's body is failing her; a body that is rebelling against her because it simply wants to stop. It is tired. She is tired.I weep for what may not be.I cry, but I'll keep believing, because that's all we have. Faith and love. Two true certainties.
I cry for the futility.I cry for the waste.I cry for my friend who's body is failing her; a body that is rebelling against her because it simply wants to stop. It is tired. She is tired.I weep for what may not be.I cry, but I'll keep believing, because that's all we have. Faith and love. Two true certainties.
Eliza Matthews
I was wheeled into the ward. Groggy and shaken, I’d had three days of asthma attacks and vomiting out my guts, and the world was fuzzy. In one corner of my room was an old Chinese lady. Dying of lung cancer, her family would visit her at all hours with what seemed to be a fifteen-thousand-course banquet. Out would come the chopsticks. Once that happened, the family would talk in loud foreign words not seeming to care about me or the other languishing occupant of our space. I didn’t care that she was dying because I hated all the noise that she brought to the room. I was sixteen years old, felt like crap, and just wanted to sleep.In the other corner of the room was a girl wit
I was wheeled into the ward. Groggy and shaken, I’d had three days of asthma attacks and vomiting out my guts, and the world was fuzzy. In one corner of my room was an old Chinese lady. Dying of lung cancer, her family would visit her at all hours with what seemed to be a fifteen-thousand-course banquet. Out would come the chopsticks. Once that happened, the family would talk in loud foreign words not seeming to care about me or the other languishing occupant of our space. I didn’t care that she was dying because I hated all the noise that she brought to the room. I was sixteen years old, felt like crap, and just wanted to sleep.In the other corner of the room was a girl wit
18.10.09
There is a growth in my throat. I do not know how long it has been there. The anaesthetists made no note of it when I had my last surgery in May, so it must not have been there at that time. When I had a broncosopy a couple of weeks ago, my doctors would have been concentrating on other things, so they missed it, through no fault of their own.I am angry at myself. I've had an aggravated throat on and off for month. I have had trouble swallowing food and swallowing. It is slightly bigger than the size of a pea which means it has grown aggressively.I am angry at myself. I'm supposed to know my body; I should know if there is something amiss, be it an ache, a strange br
There is a growth in my throat. I do not know how long it has been there. The anaesthetists made no note of it when I had my last surgery in May, so it must not have been there at that time. When I had a broncosopy a couple of weeks ago, my doctors would have been concentrating on other things, so they missed it, through no fault of their own.I am angry at myself. I've had an aggravated throat on and off for month. I have had trouble swallowing food and swallowing. It is slightly bigger than the size of a pea which means it has grown aggressively.I am angry at myself. I'm supposed to know my body; I should know if there is something amiss, be it an ache, a strange br
south
Note to doctors:When referring to my vagina and vulva, please refrain from saying 'down below'.It makes me feel like I'm in the engine room of the Titanic shovelling coal, and my vagina resents you. It resents your Dickensian modesty and inability to look at it's host (that's me) in the eye when talking about 'down below'.I do not have a 'down below'. I have female sexual organs with substantiated names like vagina, vulva, labia and clitoris.That is all.
Note to doctors:When referring to my vagina and vulva, please refrain from saying 'down below'.It makes me feel like I'm in the engine room of the Titanic shovelling coal, and my vagina resents you. It resents your Dickensian modesty and inability to look at it's host (that's me) in the eye when talking about 'down below'.I do not have a 'down below'. I have female sexual organs with substantiated names like vagina, vulva, labia and clitoris.That is all.
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