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Their reactions were priceless lmao

Bonus:

Theo Crain rocking the badass aesthetic 

I had to screen shot incase the original thread ever disappears.

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you feel as if you’ll be missing out if you don’t get drunk

you drink to alleviate depression, stress, anxiety, or other heavy emotional issues

you begin lying to others about drinking

you get antsy if you’re sober and are surrounded by drunk people

you continuously promise you’ll have “just a few” but end up absolutely shitfaced

you drink every weekend, even when you hadn’t planned to drink you end up doing it anyway

your start craving alcohol whenever you feel negative emotions like stress or anxiety

I’ve had this condition all my life but its gotten completely unbearable the past few years and I’ve been actively going to the doctors the last two years trying different methods to allievate my pain and this surgery was my last chance at any type of pain free life. It took 6 months to schedule and if I had to wait another second, I was going kill somebody. Safe to say I was a little pissed. I sat in that freezing room, irritated with an IV needle sticking in my hand, waiting on the nurse to find records of my pee test that I did less than a two week ago at their request. She couldn’t find the test results. She handed me an empty container with a cheery smile and an obnoxious prep talk that I did not ask for and told me to fill it.

One of the preparatory requirements they gave me was that the night before the surgery I couldn’t consume any foods or liquid (water especially). So I couldn’t pee. I asked for some water and she reluctantly gave me a cup with two sip fulls.

They didn’t want to do a CT scan, you see, because ‘We don’t want to irradiate your uterus unnecessarily.’ Here’s the thing. There was NO way I was pregnant AT ALL because I was literally still suffering & passing the remnants of a fucking spontaneous miscarriage. Not only that, I told them: the miscarriage was a surprise and an accident. I do not want children, had not been trying to have a baby, and had not known I was pregnant until it stopped (it was a weird year).

I was severely dehydrated and on morphine but I do remember telling them ‘I don’t care about my uterus, I’m not using it.’ But because of their concern for any future potential other fetuses, they didn’t do a CT scan. And 20 hours later I got to experience the worst pain of my life, my first CT scan, and my first surgery when my appendix stopped just being infected and decided to go ahead and burst.

When they left to process the test mom asked me, nicely. Said she wouldn’t be mad. I told her what another poster said above - unless I’m carrying the second coming of christ, no, I was not.