I was just in the hospital for four days because I had blood clots in my lungs. I could have died choking in my own pink froth. I could have had a stroke and not remembered Joel, my own name, how to speak. I thought I'd just pulled a muscle in my chest.

I got an I.V. Morphine intravaneously. Dylan came to visit me. We joked and laughed and when I hugged him goodbye I couldn't help but say aloud, "You're so thin."

I got it all from birth control.

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