Eight Years of It
By Objection
Do you have any idea how creepy it is to have doctors poke and prod with you for...let's see...eight years, to find out what the problem could be. If they find something in me, they can't fix it. I'm the guinea pig. eight years of regular dr. appointments just to see if I'm finally developing something EASY like lukemia, some other form of cancer, or....possibly even several mini-anuerisms? Do you have any idea how helpless some can feel when she doesn't know what's wrong and has no way of telling anyone what hurts? when there's a stabbing pain everywhere...not LESS concentrated in one place...just stabbing everywhere as if knives would be easier. less painful constant for eight damn years **This is not true, it's a semi-interactive dialog I've been working with for a while... a scene if you will, for a screenplay I'm working on.**Tell me if this is TOO dramatic (picture Julia Roberts in Steel Magnolias ok?) Written March 29th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 12:45 PM PST 0 • 1
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"Do you have any idea how creepy it is to have doctors poke and prod with you for...let's see...eight years, to find out what the problem could be...."