No one will thank you for making them a sling when your femoral artery has ruptured. You have to take care of yourself first.
I want to talk about my body for a minute No I want to talk about my body for 1 435 840 minutes. That’s how many minutes I’ve bled. So far. Let me talk about hating my body. About feeling born into a carcass and waiting for it to just fall over and stop—finally. IContinue reading “How I Bleed – A Poem”