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Three choices lie in front of me. My insides are being ripped to shreds as a terrible disease destroys my body. I'm on the floor, collapsed in pain. I can't hardly move or else I may throw up from the searing, shooting, burning, pounding, indescribable pain. Three choices may in front of me:
1) Take my meds: sure, the pain MAY stop if I respond this time, but my mind will stop functioning the way it should. I could damage my kidneys even more. The doctor insists it will help but I'm afraid of another reaction
2) my lovey cigarettes. The wonderful cooling sensation from the menthol being inhaled into my lungs. Sure, I'll destroy them, and irritate my asthma, but I'll be relaxed. Oh wait, I'm at home, my parents are in the next room. If I get caught, I'm dead
3) Bethany. Beautiful, 12-stringed Bethany. She's one of the most gorgeous guitars I've ever played. She won't ease the pain much, but I can distract myself until the nausea passes and I can get up off my floor. But the pain....
Three chooses lie in front of me. Three separate solutions, three separate consequences, one single problem. Pain. I reach over the first, I don't want to lose my memory again. I stop at the second... No asthma attack tonight though. I reach for the third. I pick up my guitar, and send my mind off to another world. A world where the pain doesn't matter. I can ignore it like I ignore emotion. The third choice has no bad consequence, it only takes patience, and time.