Doctor woes

Why?

Doctors nowadays really appear so fucked up. Sorry, thats the most apt description I can find. I mean, I’m here for help, for advice. All you can say is sorry? I can’t be of much help and want to walk out on me hastily? And close my case? Wtf.

& my physiotherapist too. (I can’t be bothered to type the story here. But yea you get my point)

At least show some care la. Why so mercenary?  I’m still your patient right?

Sighs. My future is uncertain again. The only sliver lining is the fact that he told me my spine will take years to recover and I hope I wont get up-pes.

God please see me through this storm. I’m tired from worrying, tired from being frustrated and worn out.

Turbulence

WHY?

Am I in this situation again? When all is calm and placid, I can feel a storm starting to stir in my heart again.

I hate changes, especially being uprooted from a place where I’ve settled down.

This is unnerving, and I’m having a nervous breakdown.

Please Lord, I need peace. I need a sense of security.

November 18th is my next pes status review. With this uncertainty, thoughts and possibilities are rampaging through my mind. Grr.

How can I learn to depend on God on this? Why cant I trust God implicitly? I’m still in the process of recovering, from the trauma of the bastards in seletar camp and the injury I sustained.

ARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR.

Send me someone to comfort me. I need an angel.

On a brighter note, I’m receiving positive comments that I’ve improved in dance. =) This is the only cheery thought I habour now. sighs