Getting stabbed over & over

Getting a needle stuck in me over a few years every week to two weeks(in the same place)

   I can’t remember every time my chest got poked, but there were times when I couldn’t get up early in the morning and wouldn’t put on the numbing cream. I remember the first time I had to put on the cream. To make sure the cream wouldn’t get on your shirt you basically put saran wrap on your crest. Now the first time I had to do this my mother put the cream on and she basically covered my whole chest in saran wrap. It felt like I a fresh fish being saved for later; but there were times when my dumbass wouldn’t put the numbing cream on. At first I thought it a smart idea, because I wouldn’t have to deal with the cold cream on my chest. Eventually we would get to the hospital and I have to get poked in the chest, and the first few times. I held tough, but eventually the poke would start to get to me. During the end of my treatment I would get it poked in and get it pulled out in five minutes. It defiantly wasn’t the same with the first six months. Sometimes it was left in for hours, days, or weekends. Sometimes the nurses would put a big piece of this saran wrap on my chest a something to keep the port from being infected. I couldn’t take a shower or do anything physical for however long the needle was in me. But at least I could get fucked up and people would understand. Those days were weird. Everyone thought I was strong, I was just trying to be normal, but there was nothing normal about those days

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[wordman]

well i guess i can relate to some of this stuff,lifes a b***h !