I hate to admit it but I kind of like being sick. I guess it gives me a good reason to be for once weak and vulnerable. It's like my pass to being taken cared of. Being sick is like a blessing in disguise. As wounded patients in this hospital that is life, we all are happy to meet the nurses, the doctors and even the visitors whose goal is to help us feel better...fast.
Suddenly, death is like a climax. Sickness is the story. And the hospital is my refuge. Get well soon Eunice. Really soon.
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