I'm so not into being emaciated.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I've always been battling against my sense of dignity and refinement. I was embarrassed by any bodily functions when I was younger. I could never even blow my nose.
I'm not that keen on the idea of being unconscious.
Being ill like this combines shock - this time I will die - with a pain and agony that are unfamiliar, that wrench me out of myself.
An astonishing portion of my life is built around trying to evade vomiting and preparing for the eventuality that I might.
I'm scared of needles.
I'm afraid of needles, except acupuncture needles.
I am not frightened of much, but I wouldn't like to get ill.
I've kind of got a rebellious bone. I think I came out of the womb like that.
I think about death. I don't want to die with clothes in the cleaners.
I don't think of myself as being disabled, or able-bodied.