Smile

I am being positive.

I am going to stay in control.

It’s not a sinus infection. It’s not allergies. My levels are going up.

It’s coming back.

Again I find myself at the mercy of my doctors. I’ve lived in this body for 43 years. I know when something is wrong.

Something is wrong.

Yet they don’t want to do anything until I am “sicker”. Yep, that’s right, I have to get sicker in order that the doctors believe me, before they start treating it medically so I can get some relief and start getting better.

So I am now getting sick. Again. There’s no self pity. But there is anger. Anger at my lack of control over my own destiny.

I feel like I’m a human f#$%*ing lab rat.