The Pain and the Pills.

The last time i remembered was May, when the kids were having the exchange at MJC.

Before it came this afternoon, i had a yearly visit to the quack's.
Today's doc seemed million times more normal than the last one.
And the good thing was that she gave me more insights of my condition... like seeking a second opinion. There are things that i have to look out for and any other symptoms that may cause other implications.

And the fact that im in this job is not going to do any good to my condition.

Doc asked about my medication, but i donno...i just don't seem to remember to take my pills every morning. no matter hw much i try to remind myself. i just misses them and suddenly i realised i was so backward. i should be getting new supplies... but strange enough i still have a couple of boxes left...

something else the doc said that was bugging me the whole day.
by right i should not even be bothered and i thought i had already sort this part of me properly some years back. But then again, i donno, its still ticking at the back of my head. while i went home, the words kept ringing in my mind...

There were so many instances of pain that i wished i was never born.
i wished i am not what i am.
to the point i thought i was so darn weak that i can't handle such a small pain.
i donno. i wished i was ... normal...