I feel like it has something to do with the problem with the incision on my leg.
I haven’t coughed up this much phlegm since I was a teenager and used to get bronchitis and pneumonia all the time.
I wish my leg would get better. I wish I would feel better,
but I’m grateful to still be alive.
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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