Dear Journal:

I am up for that brief period of time taking in the soothing vapors of my nebulizer. I feel weak with distain. I hate my body. It hurts me so much. It stops me from doing the things I want to do. It just gets in the damn way. My throat is raw. My mother doesn’t give a damn. And the doctor’s bills aren’t being paid by her…I can’t just pop in anymore. Grandma has been paying my medical bills lately.

I wake up and eat a small portion of a room temperature cuisine for lack of a better term. I take more pills, inhale the vapors, drink cold water, and fall back into a deep sleep dreaming of places far away and waking with no clue as to where I am.

Being sick sucks. I’m just so fortuitous to have this problem. I just can’t wait to go to school tomorrow as the parental unit “orders” me to do. So uncaring, so misunderstanding, so … her. That’s all I can sum it up to because frankly it’s time to repeat the cycle. Sleep. Food and pills. Cold water. More sleep. When will this end?

Respectfully Yours,

Dustin T. McCauley, Future Doctor of Pharmacology and Internal Medicine