The "why me" phase was fading fast, replaced by a slow, simmering rage.
This is my story. And it starts long before the white coats ever laid eyes on me.
Barely surviving the shock, I had a heavy, wait, on my shoulders.
Next, off to the electric chair.
Let’s fire up the DeLorean, punch in a destination, and take a quick trip forward in time.
What you are about to read is a dark chapter in my health journey, a day that permanently altered my perspective on chronic illness, medical procedures, and how much the human body can take before it violently rebels