It’s exile day three and living in a small room with four people is wearing on me. I go to work and am surrounded by people demanding this and that. And now I come home – I can pretend, at least – to people surrounding me. I can’t escape much into another room, unless it’s to visit with someone. It’s not my house, after all. It would be a bit rude of me to kick people out of their own rooms so I can have 10 minutes of alone time. I sincerely hope I have my house back tomorrow. I REALLY DO! Living out of a suitcase is getting old.
- Just Questions August 22, 2014I’m reminiscent today, and questioning life. How would life be had I stayed with my former employer, was able to fully complete my research and gather enough data to publish? The years, six months of direct observations,and kissing major hospital-VIP … Continue reading →
- Just Questions August 22, 2014
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