1998 lingers on…

Just a look at some of the beginnings of my blog…

The Burned Hand

So, I can’t recall all of the diseases I was tested for at this point in my life, but enough blood was taken from me to perform several tests with really long names.  At best, I remember thinking that none of them sounded good.  Porphyria Cutanea Tarda stuck in my mind all the way home.  I had a bad feeling about it, and I knew what that meant.  After looking it up and reading about it, it struck me as odd that things I found important in my life right then would be the very things I could no longer have.  Alcohol.  Seriously…no alcohol?  You haven’t met my family.  Sunlight.  SUNLIGHT.  This has to be wrong.  Lastly, birth control.  Aww, hell no.  There is no way I have this.  I am about to get married, and go on my honeymoon.  While reading about this disease, my parents tried to…

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