Young and Reckless.
Went to the Doctor today. The news I was praying to hear wasn't there. Around Thanksgiving I found out I had psoriosis, the same skin disease my mom has. Only, they swore up and down that my case was much more subtle and easier to manage, that it would go away with the right combination of treatments and messy lotions. Well, they were wrong. I've got it for life.
Most of you have probably not seen my mom's arms, or probably won't see me any time in the near future. I don't know how else to express my feelings over all this except devistated. The thought of looking like this for the rest of my life disgusts me. In the worse, the people I thought would be the most supportive, turned out to be huge assholes on the subject. I'm not asking for their right arms, or a kidney. Just some comforting words and shoulder, maybe. Some sort of concern. I guess I'll just stick to what I've always been used to; the inability to really talk to my mom, this corny online journal, and pillow.Ugh.
I think I may give Kent a run for his money as far as bad luck is concerned.
Ugh, why not? --> http://kevan.org/johari?view=Sarah8645
Most of you have probably not seen my mom's arms, or probably won't see me any time in the near future. I don't know how else to express my feelings over all this except devistated. The thought of looking like this for the rest of my life disgusts me. In the worse, the people I thought would be the most supportive, turned out to be huge assholes on the subject. I'm not asking for their right arms, or a kidney. Just some comforting words and shoulder, maybe. Some sort of concern. I guess I'll just stick to what I've always been used to; the inability to really talk to my mom, this corny online journal, and pillow.Ugh.
I think I may give Kent a run for his money as far as bad luck is concerned.
Ugh, why not? --> http://kevan.org/johari?view=Sarah8645