Hmmmm

I typically try to be a positive person. Especially when it comes to people. I have always been the butt of jokes, the one people talk about. But, I don't usually indulge in the same behavior. I know how much it hurts, so therefore, I don't do it to anyone.
That being said. Will people please grow up? Apparently, people are constant teenagers who have nothing better to do than to talk about other people. To kick people when they are down.
How came someone such as myself, who does so much for people, be treated the way that I am?
It boggles my freakin' mind. Karma's a bitch. And, unfortunately, I must have had a little bit out there, because I can't seem to get away from these people who want nothing more than to verbally bash me.
I am sick. I have a disease. This is not a joke. It's not something I made up. It's real. Whether you think I am exaggerating or not, it doesn't matter. You should not have an opinion about something that you know nothing about. To be honest, I think I, (what's the opposite of exaggerate?) (undermine?), I guess, undermine what I go through on a daily basis. I've said it before, imagine being hit by a truck. And all my fellow peers with Behcet's will agree. That is what it feels like.
I talked with one of the cardiologist's at work today. He had heard I was diagnosed with Behcet's so he asked me what treatment I was doing. When I replied that I hadn't started treatments yet, his response was "And you're working?!" He was surprised that I would be working, with Behcet's, without any treatment except ibuprofen. So HA! People who know about this disease, know how bad it really is. And until you live in my body. Shut the hell up. Seriously.