What's Wrong with Rusty?

I'm Rusty, I'm 12, I'm a preacher's kid, I like hockey-and I hate hospitals! No privacy! So embarrassing! But I certainly don't want to lose my toes or go blind or something, so here I am. Wait-let's go back. I was falling asleep in class. I had to [blush] go to the bathroom all the time. I couldn't think straight. My living room walls were tipping sideways. Then I fainted. Now I have to endure the tender mercies of Miss McDonald, the vampire nurse with a heart of stone and a needle of steel. I don't like pain. Or blood. But they've got to find out what's wrong with me. Meanwhile, I'm learning important stuff about God and prayer and self-control and relationships and courage. I still don't like needles, but I'm growing. Well, here's my story. Come and grow with me.