Quality of life…… What thoughts do they conjur up in your mind when you hear them?
“Lets talk about your quality of life”…
Scares the pants off me.. I am not dying.. I might be rotting from the inside out in some way shape or form, but I am certainly not dying. So does this mean that I will have to be on medications for the rest of my life? When I jump up and down not only will I get black eyes from my boobs, but I will sound like a baby’s rattle? Good lord, I am not sure I am ready for that.
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