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I've slept most of the day away.
So I definatly have strep again.
But this time. It's a special kind.
The sent out two more cultures again.
If these antibiotics don't work, then I'm definatly a candidate for getting my tonsils removed.
Let's hope that they don't work!
I don't want to have to deal with this anymore.
As the depression sets in again
the scars fade away finally
just as the new ones
start to seep through.
theres no new ones
not just yet
but im just waiting
for that ONE crucial blow
and i'll be home
Kinda like the army.
Ha. The army. What a joke. But at the same time. They're not. They save us.But how can the army save us from ourselves?
People are constantly commiting murder. Negligent Murder. Manslaughter. Unintentional Manslaughter. Just killing one another. SO where's the army in that instance? Fighting a country that doesn't want our help!!! In American History X, Edward Norton says "Give me your tired, your hungry and your poor." Then goes onto say that we in America have our OWN hungry, tired and poor. Why do we NEED to rush to the aide of people who DON'T WANT OUR HELP? Why? We have beggers who won't have ANY turkey tomorrow. There are people who have a roof over their head but have no healthcare. Why is it so expensive? Do we WANT people to die? People can't afford to stay healthy and then they die. Causing their family, who has no money, to find a way to pay for a funeral and a burial. Doctors live in lavish homes, and have close to NO worrys. And why is that? Because they prescribe someone Augmentin and go home in their BMW's and their Cadilacs. Sure they have school loans to pay off, but what about those kids, who have none? They skate through Med School with Mommy and Daddy helping. I say that doctors who drive a '95 Mini-van and CRY when they tell a patient they have cancer and have 25 days to live, DESERVE the money. But the heartless bastards who don't cry, who just prescribe and leave, deserve to live hungry, poor and tired. Trade places just ONE day with someone who needs a hug. With someone who NEEDS healthcare, but can't pay for it. With someone who needs just five dollars to get something warm. Let it be food, mittens, a jacket from salvation army, let it be something. You can't just skate through life without there being something getting in the way. Trade places with someone. Make the president trade places with a widow with child whose husband died in Iraq. Trade places with a poor person and see what it's like to have people spit on you, because YOU were fired. Because you were let go. Because your company decided to "go in a different direction". Trade Places with someone of a different color. Trade with someone whose fat. Or skinny. Tall. Or short.
If you can't or won't then Listen Shut up for a few minutes and listen to someone's story. Listen to what someone else has to say for once, without interuptting them. And when you're listening, genuinely care. Is it really that hard to open your heart up to someone new? What's the worst that could happen? Rejection? Because you've never been rejected in your life. That's bullshit if you haven't. Tell me you haven't and I'll reject you from my life. If you can't handle the truth, then just go away. I hate having to barricade the truth from people. If I think you're ugly, I will tell you. If I think you're fat, I'll tell you. If you're slowly killing yourself, I will beat it into you. You don't need to be perfect. There is no such thing. I'm not perfect. Far from it. I'm overweight, I'm tall, I used to have terrible acne, I'm loud, I have an ugly nose, I don't usually think before I speak. I'm not the nicest person, but I can be. I lie alot. Oh well. We all have our faults. But I don't let mine run my life anymore. So stop letting yours. You need to realize that you're not perfect and you never will be. That's life. There is no 'perfect weight'. No 'perfect grade'. No 'perfect height'. There's NO SUCH THING AS PERFECT!