Is it Vile or Bile?

Vile or Bile it all means the same to me. This blog would of been a lot better yesterday. I'm not as angry about it today. Nonetheless, Bile, Vile I guess my liver is having some problems. I attribute it to all the nights of wine drinking in Italy. Actually I'm not really sure if that is it but, I've always known that my body was going to fail me a lot earlier than expected.

I weighed 3 lbs 6 oz when i was born. It was a big deal then not so much now. They have all kinds of technology that they didn't have before. My parents thought i was going to die and i was in hospital for 3 months after my birth. Every once in a while when my mom gets really pissed at me. She yells " Do you know how much we suffered when you were born!! Do you know how much your hospital bills were? And this is how you treat us?" I just kinda laugh and say" but you still love me right?"
Well seems like i will be back to the beginning where all the poking, prodding, ripping, and piercing started. I don't remember any of it and glad for it cause it was a scary site. I've seen pictures and I looked awful. Tubes and tape all over my little body. My parents say I looked like a little rat and they couldn't even hold me properly because i would slip from in between their arms.
Anyways, I'm sick. I've always kinda of known my body was going to give up sooner then later. I've been fragile from the very beginning, except now I'll remember it all.