I am a very stubborn person. Especially when I need to go to the doctor. For a week now, I've been having these extremely stupefying headaches on the left side of my forehead. Mom and Dad have been urging me since day two of these headaches to see a doctor. Even my co-workers have been telling me off, wondering how I can stand to be in so much pain for so long. It's not a matter of money - my company provides me with a medical program so extensive I'm almost remorseful not to use it. It's a matter of phobia- near it anyway, I have yet to exhibit the real symptoms of a phobia but I'm almost there. I am afraid of hospitals. There I've finally said it.
When I was a child I was in and out of hospitals so many times it felt like a second home to me. I had asthma. At least every other day, before I went to school I went to the doctor's office first. I was there so often I became chummies with the receptionists, nurses, and my pedia. (I was such a friendly child, it's such a surprise to people who knew me then that I've become such an anIam a very stubborn person. Especially when I need to go to the doctor. For a week now, I've been having these extremely stupefying headaches on the left side of my forehead. Mom and Dad have been urging me since day two of these headaches to see a doctor. Even my co-workers have been telling me off, wondering how I can stand to be in so much pain for so long. It's not a matter of money - my company provides me with a medical program so extensive I'm almost remorseful not to use it. It's a matter of phobia- near it anyway, I have yet to exhibit the real symptoms of a phobia but I'm almost there. I am afraid of hospitals. There I've finally said it.
When I was a child I was in and out of hospitals so many times it felt like a second home to me. I had asthma. At least every other day, before I went to school I went to the doctor's office first. I was there so often I became chummies with the receptionists, nurses, and my pedia. (I was such a friendly child, it's such a surprise to people who knew me then that I've become such an anti-social neurotic.) Sure, the people there were fun and warm, but I felt crappy all the time. Which is why I hate going to hospitals. Every time I enter one, I am immediately transported back to those times when I felt crappy all the time and I feel crappy again as a result. Although I naturally possess a sunshiny, spoonful of sugar attitude on life, my pessimistic side somehow latched on to all the negative feelings I had back then and kicked Mary Poppins out of my head. Every time I enter a hospital I feel nervous, anxious. I couldn't quite put a finger on it, but I think I fear I would suddenly come down with my asthma, be confined, and spend another splendid week, at the least, in a room that reeks of antiseptic.
Aside from being stubborn, I also rely on self-medication. I am writing this now under the influence of Advil but a dull, pulsating ache persists.
My dalliances with self-medication may actually be the cause of my paralyzing headaches. Through my powers of observation and deduction I have formulated a theory that pinpoints my addiction to a certain brand of menthol inhaler as the leading cause of my pain. The blasted thing causes my mucousy sinuses to harden like concrete under the summer sun thus making my head throb to near exploding.
I can't continue writing this. I have to bang my head against a wall, the pain is getting so intense the best thing to do might be to split my head open already.
When I was a child I was in and out of hospitals so many times it felt like a second home to me. I had asthma. At least every other day, before I went to school I went to the doctor's office first. I was there so often I became chummies with the receptionists, nurses, and my pedia. (I was such a friendly child, it's such a surprise to people who knew me then that I've become such an anIam a very stubborn person. Especially when I need to go to the doctor. For a week now, I've been having these extremely stupefying headaches on the left side of my forehead. Mom and Dad have been urging me since day two of these headaches to see a doctor. Even my co-workers have been telling me off, wondering how I can stand to be in so much pain for so long. It's not a matter of money - my company provides me with a medical program so extensive I'm almost remorseful not to use it. It's a matter of phobia- near it anyway, I have yet to exhibit the real symptoms of a phobia but I'm almost there. I am afraid of hospitals. There I've finally said it.
When I was a child I was in and out of hospitals so many times it felt like a second home to me. I had asthma. At least every other day, before I went to school I went to the doctor's office first. I was there so often I became chummies with the receptionists, nurses, and my pedia. (I was such a friendly child, it's such a surprise to people who knew me then that I've become such an anti-social neurotic.) Sure, the people there were fun and warm, but I felt crappy all the time. Which is why I hate going to hospitals. Every time I enter one, I am immediately transported back to those times when I felt crappy all the time and I feel crappy again as a result. Although I naturally possess a sunshiny, spoonful of sugar attitude on life, my pessimistic side somehow latched on to all the negative feelings I had back then and kicked Mary Poppins out of my head. Every time I enter a hospital I feel nervous, anxious. I couldn't quite put a finger on it, but I think I fear I would suddenly come down with my asthma, be confined, and spend another splendid week, at the least, in a room that reeks of antiseptic.
Aside from being stubborn, I also rely on self-medication. I am writing this now under the influence of Advil but a dull, pulsating ache persists.
My dalliances with self-medication may actually be the cause of my paralyzing headaches. Through my powers of observation and deduction I have formulated a theory that pinpoints my addiction to a certain brand of menthol inhaler as the leading cause of my pain. The blasted thing causes my mucousy sinuses to harden like concrete under the summer sun thus making my head throb to near exploding.
I can't continue writing this. I have to bang my head against a wall, the pain is getting so intense the best thing to do might be to split my head open already.
