Seven Hundred & Seventy Eight
Theme: Kids
I'm going to a doctors appointment tomorrow with my mum. I won't lie, I'm terrified. Its about Aunt Irma because her visits make my legs paralysed. There's two possible conditions that are the basic definitions of me, the pain has been compared to going into labour. Both conditions make you infertile. I'm really pushing to see a gynaecologist. I'm not an idiot, its not normal and I know something is wrong. Granted I cannot stand kids, but I don't want that option taking off me. Your not meant to not be able to walk. The thing is I've researched it all on the Internet and you know the Internet, you cough twice and you've got two days to live because your rapidly dying of lupus or some shit.
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