It’s a heart attack! It’s a dislocation! No, wait! It’s a birth defect!

This week has been rough to say the least...  Tuesday morning I woke up feeling my "normal" self… (what I would consider normal pain levels, what I would consider normal nausea levels, etc... no alarm bells were sounding.) I took my morning steroids and sleepily snuggled my kitty while they kicked in. I dozed off …

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