Dear Kidney

HELLO my dear bean-shaped buddy.
I know we’ve had our ups and downs—mostly downs, like… actual filtration failure.
But I just want to say: I love you. Deeply. Organ-ically.

You’ve been through a lot, filtering my drama, my bad decisions, and that unlimited barbecue night in 2018.
You never complained… well, until now.

Please get well.
I believe in you! Because hey, if Jollibee can defeat McDonald’s in the Philippines, then nothing is impossible.
You can get well. My body is rolling up its sleeves (well, cells don’t have sleeves but you get the point).
We’re going to fix you. Together. Like true ride-or-die besties.

I promise to take care of you—no more salty snacks, no more soda binges, and DEFINITELY no more “cheat weeks.”
From now on, it’s healthy food only. Only things that make you happy.

I was given a second chance, and honestly…
I wasted it like a diet plan during fiesta season.
I regret not taking you seriously.

But now I’m begging you, literally on my metaphorical knees:
Please, give me one last chance—
A chance to be normal,
To be free from needles and machines,
To pee like a boss again.

With love, guilt, hope, and a new grocery list,
Your Human.