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  • January 2, 2026

    my body answered the question of “should i participate in this clinical trial” for me: i fainted when i tried to fast for the bloodwork. i listened and surrendered, then ate some delicious food while swearing up and down that i will never fast past 8am again. i have fainted every time i’ve tried. 

    it’s wild how sensitive my body is to disruptions. something as seemingly small as not eating for a few hours causes it all to shut down. i can’t argue with it. i’ve tried. i am at the mercy of it’s particular functions and all i can do is yield.

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