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Toxic Medicine: Part 4 – The Apology (Ego is the Enemy)

For those of you just joining, you can catch the start of the idiocy that was my medical treatment here. After my time with the unfortunately board certified Dr. Mark Fesenmyer, (which you can read about here) I had another appointment with Dr. Katherine Foley.  So, this should be prefaced with Dr. Foley’s sheer ignorance. I asked her, and I don’t mean I asked her in a roundabout, obscure way,…

Toxic Medicine: Part 3 – The Gastroenterologist (Ignorant or Lazy)

I should have read up on the reviews for Dr. Mark Fesenmyer… They suck! He’s not very well received, and now I know why. So the main question I have after seeing him… Dr. Mark Fesenmyer are you ignorant or lazy? CHECK OUT HIS HEALTHGRADES REVIEWS HERE In the words of Julie Andrews, “Let’s start at the very beginning. It’s a very good place to start.” Continue reading

You sense, rather than hear, the silent voice behind you. The inaudible whisper makes you question whether or not you are truly alone, but you reassuringly remind yourself that you are. 

It is only when you feel the nonexistent touch of fingers, slowly dragging themselves across your skin, when you finally come to terms that it has been with you all this time. 

You try to run, but would you really expect something that isn’t truly there to not be able to keep up with you? 

As you run through the door, and down the poorly lit hallway in an effort to escape its clutches on you, you feel it right at your heels, and you have gained no distance between it. You keep running, anyway, until you come to a sudden, in-explainable stop for no reason, other than it’s all you can do. There’s no point in trying anything else anymore. Face your fears, they tell you, and now it’s your moment. 

You turn around to face it, and while you can’t see it, you are terrified. 

Your hand is curled up in a sweaty, cold fist, but you don’t have the chance to use it as you feel a steel grip on your arm suddenly yank you back, and you lose all control over your body.

And now, it is you who creates the silent sound, as you attempt to scream.

Everyone has them. You can’t deny it, because even just a hint of one you might have had years ago is still there, deep inside of you. It lingers, whether it is dormant, just waiting to be brought back to life to give you another good fright, or is active just enough to remain unnoticed. You might push these thoughts that inevitably creep in to the corners of your imagination aside, but they will always be there. 

When you hear a story about a ghost or an old urban legend, do you scoff at it? What about when it comes to be relevant to you, in a certain situation? Will you repudiate the idea now, or will you take it as a warning? You might never know the truth until it stares you dead in the face. It is only then that you might believe.