I am sick.
I am sick.
Just got home from consult about 3 hours ago. The physician said my asthma is back. She had to prescribe me with an inhaler, have to puff twice--twice a day. Also given were an antibiotic regimen for a week, and an antihistamine to be taken for 20 days. This is not bothering at all. This type of being sick is the one that you can get away from once all regimens are complete and your immunity bounces back.
I am sick.
Not because my body is giving up. But, because the other components of me are weighing on circumstances. Bet you, it's agonizing when this happens. For it is always what is socially acceptable, that is, the acceptable to the majority, that overpowers what is supposed to be right. Mind you, majority is never always right.
I am sick.
Not because I become afraid. But because my right to expression is being held captive of perceived correct social norms. These people tend to overexercise their authority to the point that they become the know-it-all nincompoop who gets to interpret your actions and emotions conclusively, even though you feel otherwise.
I am sick.
Not because I have a closed mind. But because I have a very open mind. So open, to the point that I have to extend patience even to those who doesn't deserve it at all. They must all be cautious for when the mind closes for a certain one, it'll never open for it again--though, circumstantial.
I am sick.
Because I'm tired. Not physically. But most of all emotionally. Why do they always have to meddle with my rights to choose what I like and what I abhor? Why do they always have to provoke me with all those unjustifiable conclusions, thinking that they are the type of intelligent people?
PI.
Just got home from consult about 3 hours ago. The physician said my asthma is back. She had to prescribe me with an inhaler, have to puff twice--twice a day. Also given were an antibiotic regimen for a week, and an antihistamine to be taken for 20 days. This is not bothering at all. This type of being sick is the one that you can get away from once all regimens are complete and your immunity bounces back.
I am sick.
Not because my body is giving up. But, because the other components of me are weighing on circumstances. Bet you, it's agonizing when this happens. For it is always what is socially acceptable, that is, the acceptable to the majority, that overpowers what is supposed to be right. Mind you, majority is never always right.
I am sick.
Not because I become afraid. But because my right to expression is being held captive of perceived correct social norms. These people tend to overexercise their authority to the point that they become the know-it-all nincompoop who gets to interpret your actions and emotions conclusively, even though you feel otherwise.
I am sick.
Not because I have a closed mind. But because I have a very open mind. So open, to the point that I have to extend patience even to those who doesn't deserve it at all. They must all be cautious for when the mind closes for a certain one, it'll never open for it again--though, circumstantial.
I am sick.
Because I'm tired. Not physically. But most of all emotionally. Why do they always have to meddle with my rights to choose what I like and what I abhor? Why do they always have to provoke me with all those unjustifiable conclusions, thinking that they are the type of intelligent people?
PI.
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