Under the age of 10 I was sick...a lot. My immune system was a joke to say the least; as well as my ability to have and maintain my own body heat. And two of the main problems I had were stomach bugs and ear infections. I shudder to think of all the times I had to either lay weird because of my ears or lay weird because of my stomach. Couldn't possibly be sick for only a few days, no, it was weeks at a time. One ear would get infected and then it would move to the other ear or simply spread hurting both ears at the same time. As an adult I still receive surprised comments about how scarred up both of my ear drums are. Then there were the stomach bug. My parents either didn't want to deal with the hassle of taking me to the doctor or thought it a waste of time, money, etc. Thus, I remember laying wherever I felt comfortable and begging myself not to throw up as if I could stop it through sheer force of mind. No amount of sprite, crackers, bread, or alka-seltzer eased my churning stomach nor did how cold the house was usually kept. Eventually and thankfully I grew out of these issues but I will never forget how many times I prayed for God to simply go ahead and take me at such a young age.