I don't understand birthing. I just don't want children, don't want to have children, don't want to deal with the complications of medical... anything. Because, I have enough to worry about without bringing another life into this world to then worry about.

I don't know. Natural birth is just so risky... and people are just- so ignorant to a lot of things. I think my brother was a natural birth, he came before me back before mid-wives were made illegal here. But I was so much trouble, my mother had to go home and come back, so after the first attempt she would have gone to the hospital even if she'd initially tried for natural birth.

It amazes me how utterly primitive the eighties were, considering how -modern- a time it really was. But, thank you. On a day to day life, I have it pretty easy - my life is normal, I take walking and all that other stuff entirely for granted... so, when I bring up having a medical condition people either roll their eyes or panic. I asked the kid at work to stay for three hours for me, and he went "Uh, no. My girlfriend's home sick with my sick baby." As if I'd be trying to get out of work over a simple cold.

and I'm such a vengeful angry person, I practically hoped that I passed out or something so that he'd -see- that it was fucking serious, and how much of a jerk is flippant answer made him. Ugh.

But automail, yes. Someday. Maybe I can get my crappy leg replaced. So many things wrong with me, I should make a list.... but, I'll shut up now. And just be grateful that you know what? I can walk, and I don't have a hole in my heart or something like that.