Well, first off, let’s run through what exactly is wrong with me at the moment. At first, it started a simple cold. With a runny nose and a fever. But soon that spiraled downward into a full blown asthmatic fit. Brother assumed bronchitis, I guess, I didn’t assume anything less than bronchitis. So, I stayed home from school today with bad chest pains, body aches, a fever, cough, asthmatic fit, and a runny nose. So, I asked my mom to take me to the doctors.
This is where it starts to go bad. I had to wait 45 minutes just for this arrogant prick of a doctor to walk through the door and tell me ALL the things I was doing wrong. Not only does he not help me, one bit, but he also talks down to me as if I was in kindergarten. I’m here for a reason, sir, I’m sitting here, heaving because I cannot breath for a reason. That reason simply is because I CANNOT breath and I would love it if you help me. But he doesn’t. He doesn’t do a breathing treatment. He simply just talks in a condescending manner that irritates me and makes me want to cry.
I care about my body. Of COURSE I care about my body. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t care. But since I got a prick of a doctor, I’m sitting here, heaving still because I cannot breath. I just want to breath. Is that too much to ask?