I think that somewhere in creation above when the fates were cast, somebody, somewhere, thought that it would be mighty funny to give me a weak constitution. So frequently, I get sick. Oh that kind that leaves you feeling icky in someway. Mind you , not to the degree that it is a desperate state. Oh no, not that! For if it were that kind of illness, then doctors would feel obliged to aid me. Alas, just that forever lingering kind, that is like a cycling of cold, then flu, then respiratory infection, and then let the dice roll and see what other minor pestering thing will plague my body. But please, fates, please leave me reminders not wallow in my self-pity, or lament my state, for many other suffer far, far worse then I. What is right? What should be done? I still have to struggle to cope. I don't look like there is any thing wrong with me. I don't ask why me, but I do ask, why is this so and how can I suffer less? I still smile. I will go on. I've been glad that I've survived this long, I will go on. As long as there are people who love me, I will smile for them.
Nychir · Thu Nov 12, 2009 @ 03:40am · 0 Comments |