I'm convinced I'm dying...!
And I'll say that again...I'm really convinced.
That's what the presence of blood tends to generate. Hematuria. Like a lot! You know, suddenly I wish all that is coming out of my V instead of elsewhere. I know, this potentially gonna be a lewd post that i'd probably regret at some point in the coming days. The hell, but that where the 'delete post' option comes in. Nonetheless, I have this dire need in me to let this all out so that I won't end up weeping in my sleep and then not wake up again and then regretting not leaving any trace of my existence behind. I know, I'm being overwhelmingly dramatic, but I'm not me without some drama sprinkled on ya. I don't mean to sound like Ris Low, I just naturally punctuate my sentences with a 'ya' and hell, I started doing that way before her!
Back to the matter at hand.
I'm dying. I'm no doctor, but if I were to guess I think it's stone in the bladder. *shrugs* Hmm, if it is, I want to keep the kidney stones. Maybe even get a hole done through it/them and have it made into a pendant. It'll be cool. A bloody reminder. I hope it's turquoise in colour. This isn't going the way it's supposed to be, is it?
I'm supposed to be dying!
Oh well, if I live another day, you'll see another regrettable entry. ;)
Till then...
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