The Stuff Things Are Made Of: Survival Rate

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Wednesday, November 4, 2009

Survival Rate

Beep. Cough. Beep. Gag. These are sounds that lives are reduced to. Wearing non-slip hospital booties and opened backed gowns that show your ass while you walk around in a drug induced stupor. Color me embarrassed. Two days ago, when I regained consciousness, I was drowning in fear. Thrashing... Sign in to see full entry.

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