At the age of seven, malaise kept me bedridden. Excruciating mouth sores multiplied as days passed. Red blisters carved into my skin and coursed through my blood, spreading the ailments through my body. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening. All I knew was that I felt sick, and I was waiting for medicine to make it better. I was terrified because none of the doctors I visited knew what was happening to me. Despite of their profession, they were unable to provide me with the correct treatment to get better.
After intensive research, my parents found a doctor that could rid me of the illness. She diagnosed me with hand-foot-mouth disease and prescribed suppositories to remedy the agony. My medication had to go up where the sun did not shine
After intensive research, my parents found a doctor that could rid me of the illness. She diagnosed me with hand-foot-mouth disease and prescribed suppositories to remedy the agony. My medication had to go up where the sun did not shine