The most the girl ever wanted was just having good health care. Not the kind where she’d be given pills, but the kind that would give her knowledge on prevention and the daily know-how to sustain. She could search the internet for days and find many things, but it was all for naught, because she couldn’t afford the blood test, hair analysis, or 3D body scan. She was, as she thought it, like an alley cat. Maybe she’d get care if something was seriously wrong, but not before. She was winging it, dealing with her ailments, trying to stay healthy. But that was stressful, and stress was doing her absolutely no favors, so she resented all of it. How she could live in a rich nation and not be healthy, how she can walk next to a hospital or cutting-edge clinic and not go inside to reap the benefits of their treatments was beyond her. Surely, she was worth something to this world. Surely, she meant even a little bit of anything. What was difficult for her to grasp was the idea that she was made of so many parts. What should she do for heart health? Or how about her digestive system? She had ligaments, nails, skin, and bone. Her complex brain had needs for proper functioning. Her hands could use exercises to grip well, because she read somewhere that was important. And then, being a female made it a lot more complicated, with many parts in her pelvis, and her breasts, and then going through her cycle every month. That was a huge thing in itself entirely. What if she suffered for something she didn’t even know? Such as having a gluten allergy, or any allergy? What if she was precancerous somewhere? The fact she couldn’t afford health care was mind boggling. What a life, to be able to know was ails you, what would sustain you, and not be able to have it, because you weren’t able bodied enough to earn it.