For the record, and this probably means NOTHING; The ambulance drivers brought me home in hospital blues and used hospital sheets to transfer me into my chair.
Those things are now going down THE GARBAGE CHUTE. I'm getting real ugly vibes from looking at them.
Paper hospital bracelet: gone, the bandage they used to tape up my IV wound:gone They diapered me and I still need that. They even replaced my cathethar bag for me. I want to get rid of them both very badly. Even the record they gave me for my doctor.
I want to get rid of it all and I will feel contaminated for as long as I HAVE IT IN MY PRESCENE. Contaminated and worse.
Again, it's probably nothing.
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There is a thing more crippling than cerebral palsy: the prison of your own mind.
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