I say maybe
Yesterday I cracked open. It's like this whole bunch of my self defense, my belief, and my safety nets was being torn open, widely to the unknown world called reality. Well yes, finally reality let herself in to my, unguarded and indiscreet, life. Sometimes I just hate reality. Especially when reality tells me that I need to go to the medical center. Reality sucks! And so does hospital. Really loathe them. I truly have no intention to step my feet on that building if it wasn't for an emergency cases. Like having a minor heart attack. Which I didn't have, of course. Thank God! I just happen to suffer an iterative dry cough that apparently time will heal, and for that conclusion, I got to spent nearly 300 grand for a specialist doctor. Wherein I didn't really mind, since he's a very nice and gentlemen doctor, quite as old as my grandfather (the one who suggested me to take a thorax rontgen) and has a kind personality to explain to me everything I want and need to know