Apparently I have issues and I need to scream. Seriously. I went to a...different doctor to see if we could find a temporary solution to my sudden mass amounts of chronic pain that comes on suddenly every month. We know what is wrong, but when a flare comes, nothing seems to help. Not even steroids. (For those who are curious, I have Juvenile Chronic Sclerosis Mandibular Osteomyelitis. Its extremely rare, Osteomyelitis. There have been about nine cases in history, so I've been told. Yay I'm special!)
So we went to find pain help, but it was far weirder than I thought. She did this thing called Body Talk, in which she felt my head, and did this talking thing with my wrists. I thought it was bogus till she started telling me what was wrong in my life, who I was mad at, and why I was always tired. Let me tell you, I was freaked out severely when she said I was mad, sad and frightened towards an adult male in my life. She asked if it was my father, and I said it was.
Totally screwed with my brain functions.
And she gave me homework: Scream. She asked my body if it should be yelling, singing, or screaming. But my screams are so devilish, loud, horrifying, and screechy that I haven't yet.
Yawn. What a month.
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