It feels like the rest of the world is spinning around me, like everything is normal, and I'm over in the corner in the fetal position trying my best not to throw up from it. Back in May of last year, when I threw up a little bit of blood one time and went to Urgent Care, I was hopeful that would be it. One round of antibiotics, and then I'd be done. Unfortunately, that couldn't have been further from the truth. In my CT scan they found that I was missing the portal vein, which I've since learned is pretty damn crucial for the well-being of the human body. How have I learned that? Tests. Soooooo many tests. Three trips to the Emergency Room since my birthday last year, and that was in December. My arms are scarred from all of the IV's and blood draws. At one point, at midnight in the ICU, the IV specialist had to bring in a sonogram machine for veins just to find one where she could insert a second IV line. She also had to snake the needle in and back out... and ...
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