My stomach aches with an unbearable pain. Numb? Check. Burning? Check. Could it be any worse? Nope. Why do the beds in the nurses office need to be so uncomfortable and cold? The pillows are dry and rough, too. My nurse sings "walking on sunshine" while I feel the exact opposite. Sitting here for the thousandth time , my diagnosis still unanswered. It's been 8 months. 8 months,,everyday...sickness. And you know what the worst part is? My sickness is my phobia. Being sick is my phobia. Yet, I have to live with this phobia every single day. Are you afraid of spiders? The dark? Tell me, what are you afraid of? Imagine it. Imagine that one thing that literally TERRIFIES you. Now, imagine it following you around...every single second of the day.
That's my life.
That's my life.
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