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These Legs Won't Power Me.
When I was a kid, for years and years, I could barely walk. Anywhere. I would legitimately have to train myself with further and futher distances, all distances that all other people my age could walk daily normally until the pain through my legs finally got too unbearable, and I'd stop. Sometimes just walking these distances back then would put me in so much pain I would be physically ill from it and would then get shit from my teachers for missing days. Whenever I got back to school, I would get into arguments about them about those days off as they would threaten me with detentions for missing too much time or exclusions no matter how bad I tried to describe the situation.
By Tommy Ballard2 years ago in Longevity
The Little Shack
It was a tiring day on campus. I couldn't even get a second to catch my breath. The autumn season was here, and it was getting chilly. The Pediatric Ward of our hospital was beginning to seem understaffed due to the increase in patients. The kids were coming in with common cold, cough, and pyrexia. Parents were distressed, and if one sibling got sick, the others followed. It was a hard time managing the patients and counseling the upset parents. I didn't even get a fifteen-minute break. My fellow classmates and I were running haywire to get everything done on time.
By Staringale2 years ago in Longevity
Colorism - Vitiligo(vit-i-LIE-go)-Albinism [al-buh-niz-uhm]
Wednesday, 13 December 2023 By: TB Obwoge Walking down the unpaved road, I watch as my pink polished toes become covered in the rust colored soil. There is a couple walking by me, the woman uses her elbow to nudge the man beside her then points in my direction, they both stare without shame.
By IwriteMywrongs2 years ago in Longevity
Friends Were There When I Needed Them!
Friends that offered a helping hand and offered cures for cancer are too many to mention. Here are a few for this story. The first thing I think of is when I came out of a respiratory code and was coming off of a respirator, I felt like I was being tortured. The mask over my face, a loud noise coming from near me, and then being strapped down in the bed. As I woke I was scared, until I heard a familiar voice of an old friend.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Longevity
SAD girl.
My heart is aching with such a putrid weight recently. Unfortunately, that is the nature of seasonal depression. The nights have drawn in, the darkness lingers longer than usual and my body begins to shut down in its entirety, with the exception of the constant whirring of my stomach and mind.
By Billie Whyte2 years ago in Longevity
How My First Fish Therapy Session Went
Fish symbolise emotions, and I do need to point out that fish therapy is actually illegal in some parts of the United States, as well as in Mexico, Canada, and in Europe. Fish Therapy (medically known as Ichthyotherapy, or the "holiday" term is a Fish Pedicure and/or a Fish Spa) originated in Turkey, where Garra rufa (toothless) fish have nibbled on the skin of Turkish people for well over 400 years now.
By Justine Crowley2 years ago in Longevity
Some Thoughts on Running
This is the confession of an addict. I will admit that I have spent a lot of time not writing about my love of jogging, or running (both words mean different things to me; I will explain them later). Running was one of the things in my life that I came to completely under my own power. It was never something that I was encouraged to do. I never did track and field in school (never even made it onto a team of any kind). I saw no one in my family who enjoyed going for a run. And it was not something that I ever suspected would change my life.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Longevity
Pints & Parkruns: Cosmeston Lakes
It doesn’t look it today, but Cosmeston Lakes is a reclaimed industrial site. Once, a series of cement quarries dominated what is now a country park. Today, though, it’s transformed. No hint of heavy industry remains and on a crisp, bright autumnal morning the birds emerge from the mist rising from the lake. It’s a scene to inspire thoughts of Celtic mysticism; Wales is the possible birthplace of King Arthur, and it’s not hard to imagine Geoffrey of Monmouth’s legends of Ladies in Lakes playing out right here.
By Andy Potts3 years ago in Longevity
