Foreigner
Bluelighter
Despite being 6'4" (192cm), being so underweight and malnourished that my tiny, elderly mother could lift me out of bed to put me in a wheel chair to go to the bathroom to shit blood so she could wipe my bloody ass, and then feed me orange juice so that I didn't go into hypovolemic shock. Rinse, lather repeat approx 25 times a day for approximately 3 months. No home care. No treatment, no cure. Wrote my will, had end-of-life conversations with my close friends, 100% expected to die. Everyone else (most people) I knew ran away because it was just too disturbing. Just opiates for the pain and internet research to try and save myself.
Which I eventually did, no thanks to the POS medical system. Some version of this repeated once a year for the next 6 years.
Which I eventually did, no thanks to the POS medical system. Some version of this repeated once a year for the next 6 years.