Sunken Eyes Are The New Black

Today I felt like a real sick person. I've always thought of it from my perspective, like "I have serious health problems", but today was different.

You always hear about those dogs people bring into hospitals to cheer the patients up. You know what I'm talking about. You've seen the photographs of dogs sitting bedside of a smiling sickly skele-woman in diapers or young adorable cancer patient.

Well, today I was that person. The hospital brought a big fluffy dog into my room and he stood next to my chair. He didn't seem to interested in me, more into the scent of The Gucch on my stuff.

I made small talk with the trainer and we talked about my cats (go figure). I was so happy to pet the dog...it really was the highlight of my day. Things have been rough, and it did something I haven't done in ages: smile.

Afterwards, I thought of the way the trainer looked at me. A gaunt sickly girl with sunken eyes, bruised arms and a pasty white face, petting his dog with a boney shaking hand. I became "a sick girl". Nothing more, nothing less. Just a girl in the hospital that a dog cheered up.

It solidified the fact that I blend into the crowd of emaciated, disgusting, bleeding, oozing, dying, cancerous, bedridden patients. I felt the pity of another person. I didn't like it.