Storytelling for Public Health
I lay in bed, turning this way and that. I felt queasy and weak. The bathroom was only a short distance away down the hall, but the idea of heading into the cold, climbing down to the floor, and trudging to the toilet was too much for a sick eight-year-old. So, instead, I simply leaned…
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