never the same
I watched her tiny tummy sucking in, her skin pulling tight against her ribs, her hand involuntarily closing on my index finger as she struggled for every breath, and I thought, "One day, is one day too much to ask?"
I watched her tiny tummy sucking in, her skin pulling tight against her ribs, her hand involuntarily closing on my index finger as she struggled for every breath, and I thought, "One day, is one day too much to ask?"
A failed suicide attempt on Tuesday night makes it hard to care on Thursday when your boss is mad you stayed home sick on Wednesday.
When my "flu" suddenly caused my breasts to swell and become sore, I realized it may actually be morning sickness.
When the doctor told me I had strep throat, I knew it was time to confront my roommate about her illicit use of my toothbrush.
As soon as I left the office, I realized two things: I was going to throw up, and it would taste like peanut butter.
I gave my mother mono because I secretly drank out of the cartoon of orange juice and put it back in the fridge.
My five-year-old explained that he couldn't get out of bed because he was too sick, he "haves a cold AND a hot."
I once thought that not growing up sick would make me a better person, but then I learned that the opposite was true.