+I'm sick again. And, let me just say, the worst thing about being sick is not the sickness itself but it is actually the hell you must endure to have a trained physician tell you what you are infected with. Yes, you guessed it, the hospital/medicentre. I hate those places and you probably do to. You're surrounded by sick people and you don't have any idea what disease they are carrying. You just know that the creepy beard guy in the corner is coughing up blood, the fourteen year old girl screaming in pain looks possessed, and that you are scared sh*tless. I mean, sure they may tell you to sanitize your hands upon entry but that is only going to kill the germs ... on your hands. What about the germs they are coughing, hacking, breathing, releasing, emitting, into the shared air space? Are you supposed to sanitize your mouth? Because let me say, I don't feel safe on any level sitting in a room with a bunch of ill folk who may be carrying something as minor like measles to something as major like swine flu. I don't want swine flu, thank you very much. Then it only gets worse, because you have to sit in this room full of germs, this incubator of infections, for ungodly hours. The first hour, which always goes by the quickest, is the most bearable but as you approach the second hour, you start to get sick of the white fluorescent lighting, the horrid stench of death and sanitizer, and the terrible station that the television is set on ... like the f*cking business channel. On that note, who watches the, "Business Network," at all?! I mean, do they believe that people under the weather are saying to themselves, "Damn, I feel like absolute garbage but I'm glad I can check my stocks." No. No. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong, like the attitudes you always get from the nurses, who always act like the job they went to school for and have now is a burden. Wrong, like the inappropriate jokes the doctors always seem to make, for example, "Do you know that your symptoms are common for chlamydia and gonorrhea?" Insert laugh, "I'm just pulling your leg." No, that's not funny a**hole. I'm sure the people suffering from those conditions would love to hear your stand-up. Then you get checked. You waited two to three hours to have the, "trained physician/comedian," check you out for ten minutes. Write you a prescription for some penicillin and send you home. Where you are safe, with soup, and actual good television.