One thing I promised myself, years ago, was to never become embittered by my ailment. The blatant truth is, it has, in a way. Embittered by my inability to be normal. Embittered by my health taking more and more from me. Embittered by my transference of my feelings, and embittered by the way the cookie has crumbled. As a friend of mine said recently, you can either get better, or bitter. I often feel that I wasn't given a chance to get better because they cannot fix my ailment. The blatant truth is, my ailment is an exercise in entropy.
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