Pop-less

Explaination. Septmeber-6

I went to Minnesota to "visit" my biological dad a month or so back for just a week of "guy time". Actually I went to get medical help for my rare and possibly fatal heart condition.

So my girlfriend and I were at movie and it (my condition) acted up so I blamed it on the pop. She took it away from me. I have gotten to drink pop once in front if her since. Now, I am pop-less.

My heart thing, it um...it doesn't happen that often, to anyone, but when it does happen it never strikes this young...literally, I'm the youngest to ever be affected by it. And honestly, that scares the shit out of me. Does that mean I'm better off, does it mean I'll just die faster? Cause, by the way, not a soul has survived this unnamed piece of hell.

Now, almost none of it's victims had anything in common, other then age group, except for me if course, I'm the oddball out, but let's put me aside for now.

So this personal piece of hell, or PPH as some of us call it, has affected men and women anywhere from the ages so far of 33 being the youngest(excluding me remember) to 48 at the so far known oldest victim. Some had money, others were on the poorer side. These sad little people were from all different ethnicities and backgrounds from Caucasians to Hispanics to Native Americans and even those little countries around the globe ain't no one ever heard of before. And that's another thing, it isn't like they all came from here in America, no, these sick people came from all around this blue and green sphere to meet with the doctors over here.

Ya see this PPH, we think started here in the American south, cause that's were signs and symptoms started showin' up. Soon, though, it went up to the north and snuck it's way into Canada. By this time only a handful or two had been diagnosed with this still unnamed torture, about 7 or 8. Already they could see there wasn't much of a pattern. In the mix there was an athlete, a doctor, a teacher, one barroom bum, a local rich gal Karen "Sharin" Hill, and the nicest couple you'll ever meet. So within the 7 months there were 3 men and 4 women effected by this heart problem.

The first girl, the athlete, so healthy, let me tell you, the way they all talked about her it was like she was a spitin' image of heathy. If you could name a sport chances are she'd at least tried it once in her life. They say she was always happy. Even right up till the end, they say she tried to smile those straight yellowing teeth. She was consumed at 3 months.

The second to be diagnosed was a doctor, a man living on the better side of life, till "hell" hit. He then was brought over to the hospital where the smiley girl had been "treated" at, her doctors confirmed that it was most likely his PPH. He spiraled into depression, as the athlete's story had been in the news everywhere in the US, and he excepted death. He then, sadly, died in his sleep not even two weeks later.

The teacher, from Canada, and third to be claimed, taught tikes their ABC's and 1,2,3's. Miss Huandy was the 33 year old. She lasted a term of 4 months in the same facility as the last two.

The barroom bum and Miss Huandy over lapped their PPH's by a little over 2 months. By this time the doctors had noticed the more positive and the more you tried to happy you lived just a little longer. The only thing that kept the bum happy was a drink, every hour on the hour(reluctantly given by the staff of course), but even then, sadness and depression sank in quickly and firmly. He left the Mill Rose Hospital shortly after his fiancée, Miss Huandy, did. He just couldn't take it without her, and went also in his sleep, 3 & 1/2 months after checking in.

By now all the Personal Piece of Hell patients had gone in their sleep and suffered at least a little depression before they died. A pattern? Or a side effect. Well, the doctors said along with the heart stoping while being awake, the rapid and failing heart beat, uncontrollability of ones own breath(and a few others), depression must be another symptom! I think they're wrong. I think that feeling the depression is because you're sick and dying, I don't think it's a symptom, it's just what happens when your life is ending.