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So I start eavesdropping on the conversations of the other patients waiting their turn. And what I find out is that these people's lives--at least today, at least what they are willing to say in a public Sibling wedgie stories where people like me are hanging on every word--are pretty much the epitome of boring.

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At least, than healthy people. I'm just going to come on out and say it, because it pisses me off when people are all secretive and won't talk about something that's only about the most important thing there is and that's on your mind every single minute pretty much. It's not healthy, keeping secrets like that. I've got cancer. And guess what, Pasiphae and the bull story sucks. Of course. But I'm doing all right.

At least I can function pretty well, still go to work, drive, all that regular stuff. This doctor, he's not my oncologist, he just keeps an eye on all the rest of me. I've been coming Wife wants threesome stories for years and I guess he's doing a good enough job.

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Another nurse comes in. What I notice right off is how she's got this good way about her. I feel myself calming down just by being in her presence.

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She takes my hand and puts her fingers on the inside of my wrist, and looks away, counting. Then she does the rest of her stuff, the thermometer, the blood pressure cuff, stuff she must get sick of doing ten thousand times a day. Nifty tg story am watching her face.

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I try to be polite and ask her some things, but she gets the conversation back to me pretty quickly. She's deft about that, because I hardly notice it happening. What I do notice is that she moves around to the side of me, so she can reach up and start massaging my shoulders. I make a few gasps, because it's like her touch is showing me how tense I was and I didn't even realize it. The thing about my cancer is, it's not something that makes me look bad. You'd never guess I was sick, just to look at Bladder desperation stories.

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It feels like she is ironing the stress right out of my molecules. I start taking deeper, calmer breaths. I start to feel like a person who is not sick. Or at least, not very. When she is done with my arms, she walks around in front of me.

You know how nurses are, they're handling bodies all day long, and they're not funny about touching. She lift up the Rapid pregnancy story of the smock and puts her hands on my hips, kneading them. I gasp.

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