Robin Jessie-Green
Bio
Temple University BA and AIU Online MBA Alumna.
Content Contributor for Medium, eHow, Examiner, Experts123, AnswerBag, Medicine-guides.com and various other sites spanning a decade.
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Stories (44/0)
A Drug Addict Saved My Life
Joe knew how the old me liked to “get it in”. This changed version of me was a fragile and sensitive remnant of who I once was. After all my medical issues, I simply could not take his stroke and immediately thought abstinence was the right choice for me. Pain caused everything to shut down. My first sexual encounter post-op closely matched the story Fred told me about our lack of activity spanning nearly two years. I was a born-again virgin, and Joe’s enthusiasm was more than I could bear.
By Robin Jessie-Green3 years ago in Humans
A Drug Addict Saved My Life
He was a fine looking Indian man. Sexy as he wanted to be. Let’s just say, under different circumstances, he could get it. But I could not stand his tail because he pushed me to breathe without the ventilator. I was uncertain. I didn’t think I was ready. I didn’t believe my lungs were strong enough. I began to panic and focus on every breath I labored to take.
By Robin Jessie-Green3 years ago in Humans
A Drug Addict Saved My Life
They called Gayle between two and four in the morning about some complication I was having or some procedure they needed to do to remediate it. She had to wake up, be alert to listen, decide and consent on my behalf. Prior to my autoimmune disease diagnosis, they called her from Dermatology because I had a rash on my forehead that they wanted to biopsy. She was listening and thinking and asked if it would help diagnose me?
By Robin Jessie-Green3 years ago in Humans
A Drug Addict Saved My Life
I couldn't be Mom when I was in the hospital. The worst part for my kids was seeing me in a coma, bloody and bloated. Five different lives suffering the potential permanent loss of their mother. Five different minds in a tailspin, personalities altered, moods shifted, saddened, stressed and anxiety-filled. None of those feelings are fair in childhood.
By Robin Jessie-Green3 years ago in Humans
A Drug Addict Saved My Life
Being told you were unconscious for months is bewildering. Never have I described myself as bewildered, but that description is befitting. Just as astonishing is your ability to accept the reality that you were not an active participant in the world, as everyone you know lived their lives without you. It is amazing how you adapt to the unfathomable. Either you bend or you break. Breaking is not my style.
By Robin Jessie-Green3 years ago in Humans
A Drug Addict Saved My Life
I keep vampire hours. They say PTSD may be the cause. I haven’t been to war. I’m not even in the military or law enforcement. Before all of this, I was a self-employed medical courier. The worse trauma I was subjected to was an unwanted kiss planted on me by a forward 80 year-old white haired white man who thought he needed to grace me with his slobbery New Year’s Eve blessing.
By Robin Jessie-Green3 years ago in Humans