From the time my sister got her cat, Noah, to when I moved out of my mom's house, I had a "perpetual cold." My face was constantly stuffy, I sneezed at least twenty times a day, and I had a terrible cough. When I went to the doctor when I was fourteen (I think), for some crazy skin virus that causes big, blotchy, red sores every time I get stressed, my mom asked the doctor WHY I was so sick all the time. She put her stethoscope up to my back, told me to breathe in and out, and said "You just have a little cold. You need to drink orange juice and then you'll be alright." My mom and I told her that I had been like that for over a year, and she was still like "DRINK SOME ORANGE JUICE."
So I drank orange juice and took cold medicine, and I did not get any better.
Four or so years later, I moved out of the house and into an apartment where there were no cats, and I stopped sneezing twenty times a day, and having a cough that sounded like I had been smoking for the past thirty years of my life.
It is my firm belief that that doctor was not a very good one.
I am also allergic to neosporin, or any anti-biotic gel thing. I think. That's what I decided, anyway. I'd go to the doctor and ask about it, but she'd probably tell me to just pour orange juice on my wound next time.
The reason I think I'm allergic to neosporin is that this happens whenever I put it on an open wound, such as a burn
And then it doesn't heal for over a week, and looks like this
And then two weeks later, it's a big, puffy scar.
I'm really disappointed in myself for forgetting about my self-diagnosed allergy, because now I'll never be able to be a hand model. Since I can remember, I've been looking for the right company that might be interested in my weirdly long, knobby fingers.
Now there's no hope. Skinny, oddly-shaped fingers, sure. Those are fine. But not scarred ones.
I should have just allowed my burn to heal naturally, free of anti-'s and gels, and whatnot.
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