The extraordinary life of Iris Olsen

January

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

JANUARY

Wednesday 1st January

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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. Cystic Fibrosis 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 and having my blood drawn from my arm every other month. I would say its just life, life sucks, and people get over it. 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 are 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 haven't 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 experience one normal school day. Teachers seem to make a big fuss out of the sick child, always asking if I'm okay, if I 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 wiped my cheeks, quickly glanced at the clock. 02:56am, reaching for my oxygen tank I made my way downstairs to make a cup of tea. When I came upstairs and turned my computer on I found that I had a notification on Tumblr. eccentric_human95 is following you. I clicked on his profile, only to be smacked in the face with a-whole-lot-of-sexy. Most of his posts were bands I listen to, so it seems we have a lot in common. I sat there for 20 minutes with the mouse hovering over the follow button. 'Maybe I should reblog something first' I thought. So I did.

Blink 182 lyrics... Reblogged. I kept refreshing the page, hoping. No, praying that he would notice me. 1 hour later.. Still nothing. It turns out Mum was due a trip to the hospital and Dad was working till late; so, I was home alone all day. As soon as the door closed behind them I peered out of my door like an easily startled deer. What to do first?

My free day was spent catching up on TVD (the vampire diaries) and eating anything and everything in the kitchen cupboards. Oh, and constantly checking Tumblr of course. Adding to the dozens of band pictures on my page, but still no sign of The eccentric human being. Maybe I was coming on too strong by reblogging that post of his, or maybe he hasn't checked his Activity yet. Trying to find my sketchbook I came across the Unopened Christmas present my grandad gave me before he died 2 years ago. Since he passed I kept the present wrapped, not having the courage to open it. This is it. This present is all that's left of him.

New Years Resolution 1: Face every difficulty head first.

Time to face it. I open the present starting from the corner. As the wrapping drops to the floor I hold in my hand a beautifully designed Journal, coloured brown, with a detailed flower cover. My heart sunk when I discovered a message from Grandad in the first page... "Write down every thought, memory and emotion in this Journal. For it is here where you'll discover yourself. Pages and pages of you. And it is here where you'll live on after your time, I love you Princess. Grandad x". And, here I am.

New Years Resolution 2: Write regularly in your journal.

Monday 13th January

In the past few days I've straddled myself to my bed, and watched over 20 episodes of TVD. The worst part? I'm sure I've put on 10 pounds. The most amount of movement I've made is going to the toilet and back, and I'm pretty sure that helped keep some of the weight off. I hope. From next Monday I shall start doing more exercise, well.. The most amount of exercise I can do without making my lungs implode on themselves. I've decided to write entries every Monday, except obviously when theres something I urgently need to write down.

Since I've hardly moved from my bed, I haven't checked Tumblr. I keep meaning to, but I never have the effort to stand and carry my cannula over to the computer. One of the many problems I face.

Wednesday 15th January

Talia called today, she said "It's important news, mayfair park by 3". So I swung myself out of bed, chucked on my MCR t-shirt, black jeans, maroon docs and a hoodie. Attempting to feed my cannula through my t-shirt. And I was out. Feeling the fresh air hit my cheeks was a release. Just as I stepped out of the door, mum followed and offered me a lift. The car was silent for the first few minutes, until mum put in her Tracy Chapman CD. We didn't bother making conversation, all my mum ever wanted to talk about is my views on home schooling, and what I want for dinner that night.

As soon as I entered the park I spotted Talia's bright blonde hair, the hair I always dreamed of having. Being a brunette was rather boring, as blondes always seem to have more fun. I walked over to her, dragging my tank with me. She turned to help me sit, but I refused the help. We sat there on the bench staring straight ahead of us at the childrens football game that was taking place, the silence lasted a short 30 seconds before she said "I lost it".

"What? What did you lose?" I replied.

"It." She said as if I were supposed to know what 'It' was.

She stared at me expecting me to reply.

"IT. MY V CARD. VIRGINITY. I AM DEFLOWERED." She exclaimed before I burst out in laughter.

"Oh christ, whos the lucky boy?" I said trying to hold back the chuckles.

"You mean man. Whos the lucky man."

"Wait what?"

"My maths teacher, Mr. Peters"

My mouth dropped. "YOU'RE DATING A TEACHER?!"

We spent over an hour talking about Mr. Peters, my recent hospital trips, and posts we had seen on Tumblr. When I arrived home mum was sitting on the sofa fiddling her thumb, as though she were waiting for me. "Whats up mum?"

"Well, me and your father have discussed this and carefully thought it through. And we've decided to get you a portable computer, to save you from getting out of bed and running out of breath." As she said that, she pulled out a box from beside the sofa, labelled 'macbook pro' . I was over the moon. It took hours to set up, but as soon as I did I checked Tumblr.

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