Confessions of a (chronically ill) graduate student

Today I almost cried because I got to do a completely normal graduate student thing: I rode in an elevator up to a library and studied at a carrel.

This feat brought to you by countless doctors and nurses, physical therapists, disability services, facilities management, and librarians.

It’s the little things that are, every so often, really the big things.

 

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