I had three living, growing parasites in my stomach. Even as they made me grow, they sucked the nutrients from my blood, squished the urine from my bladder, and made me only want to only eat cold macaroni and cheese with spicy sauce, they puffed up my hands, my feet, everything.Back in the day (the day when I would have just died because of this, not suffered through it) they called my situation "poisoned", because of the bloating. The word came from "weighty". I had never been "weighty" in my life. But now I was.
And now these three living, growing parasites had me bedridden for six weeks.
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