The extraordinary life of Iris Olsen

'People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long.'

I found myself just lying there alone, looking up at the ceiling with tears racing down my cheeks. Not one thought passed through my mind, just blank. I swung my hand in the air and investigated my clubbed fingers. Another downside to CF. Being diagnosed with CF at such a young age had a huge impact on my childhood, whilst normal kids were outside making mudpies and daisy chains, I was being poked with needles the size of sharpies. I would say its just life, and life sucks, and people get over it. But my life literally had no purpose. I'm either at home on Tumblr or feeding my illness at the hospital. Dr Godwin and Nurse Clarke were my best friends, apart from Luna my adorable feline. And so often when she's not busy doing normal people shit, so is Talia Daniels. The not so popular cheerleader I met at primary school. I havent attended Secondary since I was 14 years old, when CF became me. I didn't miss school that much, but 3 years later all I want is to have a normal school day. Teachers seem to make a big fuss out of the sick child, always asking if you're okay, if you need anything, etc... Even though that attention is what I wanted at the age of 14, now not so much. Now I constantly get asked those same questions, and interviewed on how much pain i'm feeling on a scale of 1-10.

 I sat up and wipped my cheeks, quickly glance at the clock. 02:56am, reaching for my canula I made my way downstairs to make a cup of tea.