Five Days to Live Mix-Up

What would you do if someone told you you had five days to live, because when the

doctor looked me dead in the eyes and said I had less than a week, my brain didn’t

go to crying or praying, it went straight to absolute chaos mode,

so day one I quit my job in the most unprofessional way possible by emailing my boss “good luck

replacing me” and taking all my PTO at once, day two I maxed out a credit card

on a tattoo I can’t even see properly and a PS5 I don’t know how to use, day three I texted

every person I ever ghosted “you were right” with zero explanation, day four I finally

told my barber I hated the haircut every single time, and on day five I came back to the