When I am sick, I cry, okay?

When I am sick, I cry, okay?

I sat in the nurses office for a period and a bit more. As the unreliable person she is, she didn't come, of course. She's never there. Anyway, I was sitting there - crying- with the pain and the sore-ness I was withstanding.

Heaps of people walk by, and stare at me with sympathy. "Just keep walking, you're making me feel worse." Some people actually stopped and talked to me. "Are you okay?" GEEZ, my face is red, tears and rolling down my cheeks, underneath a blanket of used tissues, sitting in the nurse's office without her presence. Does it look like I'm okay?!?! "Can I do anything for you?" Sure, you can walk away and STOP STARING AT ME.

I'm so scared...I have a slight rash on my face. I truly hope it doesn't inflame more. I hope it isn't shingles again...then I'm so screwed...

I want to be able to breathe with ease again...I miss that feeling...I want to be able to eat without wanting to cough it all up afterwards. I want to be able to feel awake for a whole day, I haven't felt that in ages. I want to be able to look at my legs and not remember all of the painful accidents that left scars and bruises, and thats not in a figurative term either. I want to be able to change clothes without looking down onto the scars left from herpes.

I want to be healthy.