Going by the way my health treats me, I feel like I am paying for some old sins or something. Because after a point defects don't make for funny jokes. And I do not understand where to go with my frustrations.
I stood in unbearable pain at a hospital today, filling forms for myself, and haggling with an annoying woman to see a doctor. I am not sure whether the cool factor of 'being independent' should shadow the deteriorating strength, but yes, for today, I am feeling cool for being responsible for myself even if Ma was with me on the phone.
Tomorrow's pain, I'll manage too.
I stood in unbearable pain at a hospital today, filling forms for myself, and haggling with an annoying woman to see a doctor. I am not sure whether the cool factor of 'being independent' should shadow the deteriorating strength, but yes, for today, I am feeling cool for being responsible for myself even if Ma was with me on the phone.
Tomorrow's pain, I'll manage too.
