I don’t know what it is about sitting inside a sauna that makes me cry…maybe it’s all the sweating going on, like a release?
I sweat so rarely in normal circumstances (Noah doesn’t sweat either), I like the sauna because eventually, finally, I start sweating.
Some kind of rare immune deficiency, yet to be determined. A lifetime of infections without an elevated white cell blood or fever. Very grateful to be alive, very thankful for the friends who’ve supported me and for access to literally millions of dollars worth of medical care. I’m not the bubble child, I’m somewhere in between.
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