I was transformed into a desperate, pity seeking machine. I would roam the house mercilessly seeking out people whom I could demonstrate my sickness and pain to. My beautiful exaggeration skills went mostly unnoticed, by what could only be a unloving and hateful family. My goal was to be showered with love and adoration, like when I was a child. However, there is an unspoken rule that once you are no longer cute, sickness is just something you deal with yourself.
Eventually my mother told me it was time to go to the doctor. I HATE going to the doctor.
So off to the doctors we went! It turns out that I had acquired a lung infection. The doctor prescribed me some antibiotics, which we picked up at the pharmacy. The antibiotics came in an adorable little paper bag, and I went home full of curiosity to check out what was inside.
The pills caused awful stomach pain after I took them. And what I had once been so excited to take became something I dreaded taking everyday. I guess you could say I got what I deserved.
In more recent news, I got my wisdom teeth out last week. I did it under partial sedation. When I went home after the extraction, I was still a little woozy. Luckily my little sister, Nel was there to help me.
In more recent news, I got my wisdom teeth out last week. I did it under partial sedation. When I went home after the extraction, I was still a little woozy. Luckily my little sister, Nel was there to help me.
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