Tag Archives: Hepatitis C virus

She Sells C Shells by the C Shore

For the first time in three months I did not take my medication this morning.  I did not open my desk drawer, line up the pill bottles like fat white soldiers, little husky men, and one by one allocate and … Continue reading

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C Saw Margery Daw, Sold Her Bed and Lay on the Floor

Yesterday, up at 3:00 a.m. gulp two strong cups of coffee so I can be human, on the road to the airport at 3:45, park in the dark, wet garage and walk to the checkpoint, take off my coat, scarf, … Continue reading

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Medicalized Magical Me

I have been poked, prodded and tested in the past year.  I have had vials and vials of blood drawn.  Doctors have looked deeply into my eyes, ears and throat.  They have photographed internal crevices upon which the sun never … Continue reading

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Welcome to the C Shore

Of course, there were still a few loose ends for the Bristol Myers trial. I had to run over to my ophthalmologist’s office to retrieve a form he had signed back when I was considering the standard of care treatment … Continue reading

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