I Have No Health Novels & Stories

No...I'm not sick Dezra, have I ever been?" I countered her. Tch...there was no way in hell that I was sick. It was just one of the things that happens when I wake up. Nothing more. "Haera, you have to listen to me. I know how worked up you are about this entire thing but you need to pay attention to your health." God. It was even painful and tiring to midlink my wolf and talk to her but I wasn't going to let her think I was feeling sick. Or maybe I just wanted to deny that my health has been failing for a long time now because I have paid little to no attention to myself. And I would deny it for as long as I could. I wasn't sick. I couldn't be sick. Dezra was just worried over nothing becau

It was even hard to find a word to define my current condition. Mr. Vicente had been very helpful in rescuing me and arranging such efficient care, but he probably lives in a very different reality from mine and didn't understand that I am in no financial condition to be in this hospital, even after I made it clear that I'm poor, don't know anyone in the city, and needed to be attended to by the public health service.

She holds me tightly and presses a kiss on top of my head, but all it does is worry me further. Grams already had a lot of pre-existing conditions that the insurance I was finally able to afford won’t cover, and she isn’t getting any younger. She’s been refusing to get a check-up, but eventually, I’ll convince her to go. What if she truly does need more medication? Guilt churns in my gut as the reminder of my current jobless state comes to mind again.

"I know your health hasn't been good lately, and you've become more sensitive. If you run into people like that again, just ignore them so you don't upset yourself. You just focus on getting better at home. I'll take care of everything at the company. If I ever run into a problem I can't solve, I can always go to your dad. The most important thing is that you stay healthy. Your condition lately has really worried me." "But lately my memory has been getting worse. Sometimes I forget things I just said." Rhianna frowned, a trace of anxiety in her voice. "And my health keeps declining, I feel weak all over, but when I go to the hospital, they can't find anything wrong. The doctor just tells me

I don't feel like going to school today,sweets" Mark widened his eyes,hoping she wasn't sick. "Sweets,are you okay? Feeling sick" he touched her forehead to check her body temperature. " I'm not sick,it's frustrating. They are not being cooperative. Nobody have submitted the assignment, nobody came for counseling. I mean,do they have a problem with me? She got up from the bed and went into the bathroom, Mark followed her and gave her a back hug,he whispered in her ears.

I rest my head in my hands, zoning out as I continue to listen to crappy elevator music through the speakers on my mobile. Finally, I get through to a new person, whose accent is so thick I can hardly understand a word they’re saying. I argue some more, but in the end, there is nothing I can do. The insurance company no longer deems the blood pressure medication necessary and will no longer cover it.

Having a child is essentially pre-meditated murder. It's 2 AM and I'm thinking about my friends. When news spread about my condition I received calls from everyone I've ever known. Friends I drifted apart from and high school teachers contacted me to show support. That only lasted a few months. Once you're no longer the 'guy who almost died' they move on from you. Or maybe I moved on from them. I have all the free time in the world and I could call them if I wanted. My close friends consistently talk to me but it's not the same. I can't go out and get wasted anymore. Alcohol is bad for the heart. I can't even take a sip of coffee because caffeine is bad for the heart. I'm in no state to be o

" The arm injury only made his illness worse, that's why he passed out" " illness?" I asked in shock. The doctor raised an eyebrow "Yes, illness. Aren't you aware? He have been living with a chronic health condition, one that's been weakening his body over time. The trauma he suffered today was just too much for his body to handle. He's lucky he's even alive." “ Chronic health what? But...but he never said anything. I didn't know he was sick." The doctor nodded. "That's not unusual. He has been suffering from a chronic condition called anemia," he paused, "It's a condition where the body doesn't produce enough healthy red blood cells, which can lead to fatigue, weakness, and shortness of bre

And, god, it is not predictable because yesterday he was fine; today, he cannot move. I honestly, and they say that it is such a strong word, but I hate this illness. It has ruined the man that I love. It has let him stray from a path even before he could choose it. The one thing that I can not give him is health; yes, "In sickness and health," I will be there. But how do you start taking that away?

We will also be withdrawing your health insurance f*e, that will be our compensation for raising you all these years. Additionally, your aunt left her dumbass company in your care and attached to this Letter is the document, you can appreciate my consideration by sending me more money. Thank you, your mother] I began shivering, refusing to believe that this is really happening. How? How did we get here? What did I do to these people? My health insurance is my everything, I have an heart disease that I was born with and without that insurance, I am nothing. I am as much as dead.