Tears are bad for my already-compromised eyes, so I try to time crying for one of the four times a day when it's time to reapply the wildly expensive eye drops I'm not allowed to refill frequently enough. "Last chance," I told myself at 7pm on the birthday of the baby I lost, and curled up in fetal position for a while, crying less for the baby than for young me, who was trying so hard while hurting so much.
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