Sick
Well, I'm sick again, started with the flu and has moved to bronchitis. I hate being sick, when I was my dear old father would be especially cruel because I made noise when sick, like coughing. And to this very day I'm scared of being sick. I have asthma, which makes it just that much worse, my father would just laugh and mock me when I had an asthma attack, so I still try to hide it, try to avoid it, yet with bronchitis I cannot avoid asthma attacks, I'm scared to go to the doctor and ask for more meds for my asthma, I saw the doc yesterday and she put me on a strong antibiatic (spell-check) and a powerful narcotic cough suppresant. I don't know where I'm going with all this, I just needed to vent it a little I guess, I haven't seen my therapist for a couple of weeks, and I guess that has screwed me up. I hate being sick, I hate having to remember the cruelity, I hate being me. Where am I going? Your guess is as good as mine. Why was he so cruel to me when I was sick, as if I weren't suffering enough, he just couldn't let me be, and still I am scared to show anyone I am sick, scared I will be mocked or laughed at. Sorry to ramble here, but I needed it.
Thanks, and peace to you all,
Scott
Thanks, and peace to you all,
Scott