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The medical system is full of caring professionals trying to protect your identity and privacy under the curtain of HIPAA, but the fact remains that our bodies tell greater stories than our files do. The body remembers what we try to forget, and the stories of our skin live on as our bodies and health deteriorate. In residential/intensive medical care, vulnerability leads to more authentic healing, and sketching with a golf pencil as an NG tube gets forced up your broken nose becomes more of a still life and less of a practice in voyeurism. These are anonymous portraits of addiction in the world I inhabited for 9 months of my life following a massive heart attack in 2016, the people and stories who healed me, and the bureaucratic system that ensured the paranoia would prevail beyond the sliding doors. 

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