Sumaira McCloud

Ever since I can remember I have these things on my neck. Over time, they've gotten bigger. I was never bothered by them because they did no harm. They just sat there as a part of me. I sort of actually liked them lol. Well, today I felt really odd. It felt like something was bothering the larger one as I was getting dressed for work. It literally felt as if a necklace was rubbing on it or something. I got a weird feeling and contacted my doctor. She squeezed me in on her lunch break and I was not prepared for what was to come. Apparently this doctor is also a licensed dermatologist. SHE REMOVED BOTH OF THEM FOR ME, Now, I was given a shot to help with the pain. I didn't mind that part. I was getting sick feeling at the idea of her "removing" it. I can't even say or type the word. Snip. ew ew ew I told her and her assistant (who had gone through this twice before) that I didn't want to hear any talk or medical terms or plans of what their doing

Note: This is a fictional write inspired by a multitude of things. Enjoy. Leave your thoughts in the comment section :)  "Sarah" I'm trying to hold on, but every time anyone pisses me off or hurts me, it confirms that I, indeed, do not belong. My parents don't get it, they never have. We are from two different worlds. I don’t know how they were raised, but I’m pretty certain part of being a parent is being involved in your child’s life. But, what do I know? I'm just fifteen. Taylor Swift wrote a song; it was titled fifteen. She is a cunt. She doesn’t know what I’m going through. Love? What the hell is that? No guy has ever even looked at me. I am basically invisible at my school. Friends are nice...When you have some. I have exactly one. God bless her soul. She is a nice girl, but she is way too happy way too often. All she does is smile and go on about her happy life. She talks about her family and siblings and trips and cousins and all kinds of stuff. W

24 months ago I stepped into the world of Skilled Nursing unintentionally. While serving through college during August of 2014, I had a table of 2. A woman and a young man. The woman I would later find out was a Business Office Manager for a nearby Skilled Nursing Facility.  All I knew when I served her was that my recommendation was thoroughly enjoyed by her and her friend. Towards the end of their lunch date the woman offered me a job. I thought it was a joke because in my head I was thinking, helllllo, I kind of already have a job....!  She explained her position and said she had never encountered a more upbeat and friendly server. I listened and it seemed she needed a receptionist. I couldn't commit M-F because I needed flexibility for my classes, but I said I could do weekends and/or PRN which is basically "on call" from time to time. She gave me her business card and I put it away unsure if she was serious. I thought to myself that PRN can't hurt,

Just one year ago I wrote a blog   post explaining what my experience with lower back pain felt like. Here we are again with one of my worst episodes to date. Sunday July 31, 2016 I hosted a family BBQ in my new house because I love feeding people! I thought it would be a good idea to play games, too, so I set up an area to play a game of "marbles" which is extremely fun and based upon luck, strategy, and dice rolling. Typically it involves four players and can take up to 2 full hours to complete as there is a lot of going back to "start" depending on the other players. Here is a photo of what my set up looked like: Take note of the bench. This is where I sat for 2 hours with those exact cushions. The min I stood up after an intense and competitive game I knew right away my body had fucked up. Something about sitting set off my lower (right) back and I could not stand up straight. Here's an example of what I looked like :( People were