Personal Narrative: Disappointment Of Doctor S.

Imagine your little boy walking into his doctor's appointment, when you walk out of it you are pissed and your precious little boy is crying because of the doctor you choose. In the appointment the doctor says "If you don't get healthy you will die, either get healthy, get a liver transplant or die." would you let you're little boy be scarred and scared for his life Because of his doctor?

I have a disease called fatty liver disease and Doctor Bernadette Vitola is a nice woman, and a nice doctor, better than her co-partner Doctor S if I could I would put a syringe right through him. Doctor S was a segment of shit, I couldn't believe what he said to me that day, I still want to hurt him. Do you really tell a kid Either get healthy, get a liver

5 years of hiding it and the sixth year was the first time I told someone I cut and the first time I actually felt a weight hop off my chest. The cutting was keeping the pain away from me mentally, hiding the words Doctor S said to me as an eight year old kid, to this day I can still feel it burning inside me like a fresh cut or scrape. It was hard to control my anger and my aggression, so that's when my parents looked into football for me, they thought it would help my anger out and at the time they hadn't a clue that I cut, so I went through football. They were right football did help me a lot to get my anger out, now I can't wait for football season to begin so I can get anger from the summer and from school out, during practices, but then the anger became worse as time went on, once I was 12 I started to wrestle, because I wanted to get one more chance at wrestling, and lose weight so I can hopefully get rid of his voice saying "either get healthy or die" repetitively like a broken record in my