Let me tell you a story about a young girl.
At age 11, her knees became creaky, but that was quickly fixed with some glucosamine pills.
At age 13, her body went anorexic on her, but that kind of went away after a night at the hospital.
At age 15, her right shoulder burned and hurt, but three months of therapy whipped her back into shape.
At age 16, her left shoulder popped out of place and burned, but another three months of therapy got her back on her feet.
At age 17, her shoulders both gave out and sent her into round three of therapy, plus NSAID pills. These pills, however, caused an awful pain in her stomach that had her bedridden for days. Burning and gnawing in her chest kept her awake at night. Her heart ached not out of love, but out of some foreign chemical reaction in her abdomen. Tests later, it was determined that she might either have an ulcer or gastritis, but it couldn't be narrowed down until the final tests and x-rays came back.
Now she sits at home, stressing over the days of colorguard she's lost and how the first big competition is in a matter of days. The longer she lays in bed, the worse she feels. She's hungry, but can't eat much. She wants to eat food, but it makes her sick. She can't even eat most of the foods she thrives on, such as tomato sauce, soda, garlic, onions, spices, and acidic things.
She cried.
xx Little Hideaways For A Lonely Heart
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