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I’m pretty sure I have thumb cancer. With no apparent cause, it has swollen up to twice the appropriate size and, to put it in clinical terms, it hurts like a motherfucker.
OMG. Please do NOT visit Web MD, I discovered all my various conditions lead straight to death, and it scared the sh*t out me.
Oh yeah, it’s never a good idea for a borderline hypochondriac such as myself. Especially since they basically always just tell you that you’re hours away from sure death and should get your affairs in order.
I’m pretty sure I have thumb cancer. With no apparent cause, it has swollen up to twice the appropriate size and, to put it in clinical terms, it hurts like a motherfucker.
Sometimes tumblr makes me roll my eyes so hard that it hurts.
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I love this, especially the end.
readtofilth replied to your quote: “So we beat on, boats against the current, borne…
HI BB. Haven’t seen you in a while!!
Hi!! I wasn’t here for a while, but I’ve been around a little the last few days. Trying to get a break from my crazy ass grandma in the hospital. I just about died when I saw the bitch slapping word problem you posted the other day. Made my day.
Ha!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMFG
I would have done SO much better in math class if I’d had word problems like these.
Me too. She’s so ungrateful.
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symphonyapophenique replied to your post: I am so tired. My mom and I have been at the…
You seem like you could do whatever is required of you. Love to you from this end.
Thank you so much. You’re always so encouraging!
I am so tired. My mom and I have been at the hospital for the past 2 days with my grandmother, and it really sucks. She had surgery yesterday and is completely out of it. Like, screaming and throwing things and thinking the nurses are conspiring against her out of it. It has been funny and frustrating and sad all at the same time.
Part of it is the anesthesia, and the fact that she always has such a hard time coming off of it, and part of it is that we think she is in the early stages of dementia. The hardest thing for me today was seeing her tell my mother that she hates her. I know that she doesn’t really mean it and that she won’t remember it, but I know it must cut my mom deep anyway, especially knowing that she was never my grandmother’s favorite child. No matter what she did, she always could have done it better, and it’s always been clear that she prefers my aunt to my mother.
I don’t know what I’m even talking about right now and I’m rambling and I’m exhausted and right now my mom is just about the strongest person I know, because she’s still in that hospital room, still speaking calmly, still reassuring my grandmother that everything’s okay. She’s barely left her side, and hasn’t raised her voice or acted irritated once. I’m not sure I could do that if she were my mother.
