What's the weirdest thing about your body?
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I have one attached and one unattached earlobe.
On the left side of my head, above my ear, I've developed a random bald spot slightly larger than the diameter of a quarter. Coincidentally, right below my right shoulder, I have a thick patch of back hair about the same size (my back is otherwise hairless). It's like a whole community of hair just said "fuck it" and moved to my body's equivalent of Florida.
My immune system thinks I'm allergic to the progesterone I naturally release.
I have a perfectly smooth mushroom shaped, skin colored mole on the side of my head and I've had it since birth. My mom says it looks like a penis, you know, nice stuff that moms say.
Brains are part of the body, right? I have Prosopagnosia (face blindness), which means that I do not recognise or remember faces. I can look at someone, turn around, turn back, and I won't recognise their face. I don't recognise my coworkers, friends, or family by face. I have a lot of funny stories related to this...
I have a congenital blood disorder called Haemochromatosis. This means that my body absorbs far too much Iron from my diet and since it can't be expelled easily, my body stores the excess Iron wherever it can and the build up of it can cause nasty complications if not treated.
I also have Anaemia. Which is very strange as I have all this Iron in my body but yet it isn't being absorbed into my blood stream. Even Specialists at the BMA (British Medical Association) are scratching their heads about this and frequently ask for samples to research.
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Weirdest thing about my body? My synesthesia.
What being born with Cushing's means to it.
Wait, all of these were ripped from the badly written pages of House scripts, right? I am almost through season 3 and all of these have been plot devices. Except the hair one - that dude is out there.
A dimple in my left cheek when I smile. All the Eyetalian women would squeeze that cheek like they were making fucking lemonade.
You see everyone always tells me that I am the biggest dick they have ever met.
I never thought it was strange, but apparently having a penis and thinking I'm a man is weird these days.
*Looks up synesthesia* Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Oh man.
Shit. I already have a card for it. Now how can a person forget a word like that? What a dummkopf. What a nincompoop. What a gullybull. What a nimRodney. What an ass a nine, What an ull tara maroon.
How do you even remember it?
Sin es the see ya.
I don't know, *twirls hair and pulls, twirls hair and pulls, twirls hair and pulls, twirls hair and pulls, twirls hair and pulls, * I don't know.
It's no secret here that I have nearly 4 pounds of female liver alive and functioning inside me. After 10 years, it still amazes me that a large essential piece of another person is living inside me performing over 500 needed functions. Not an offspring or a mechanical device, but part of a woman, a stranger I never knew and have no relation to. I wish I knew something of her. She saved my life after losing her own, and that's all I know of her.
Bags wins!
That is really weird and actually an awesome thing to have such a miracle living inside of you. I bet her family would like to know how she lives on, (in a weird way) and how her death has positively affected not just you but everyone you know and have touched in those last 10 years. It might be a comforting thing to know.
The hospital will deliver a letter to the donor family if you want to write one, which I did. It expressed deep sympathy, gratitude and promise. They give the family your contact info, but will not tell you who they are. I never received a reply. Maybe she didn't have any family or they just didn't want to make that connection. I get regular blood work and scans and it is working flawlessly. Much good has been accomplished in the last 10 years thanks to this donor, including some of the best years in my life, personally. I hope the donor knows that somehow.
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