Frozen Chemicals

Quack Quacks.

Mornings are hell, I wake up and I’m even more tired than I was the day before. I progressively get more exhausted every day. I can’t even get out of bed. Edward comes in to wake me up and I can barely even reply, so he knows something is wrong, normally I’m already up and ready to go by the time he comes in. He takes my temp and decides from that, that I’m too sick to go to school. “Just go back to sleep Siggy, I’ll call the doctor.” Is it really that bad? But I don’t have the energy to even try. Later Alphonse is knocking on my door and I just moan giving him permission to come in. “Time to go to the doctor sweetie.” I just nod, I should find it funny that Al just called me sweetie, he only does that when I’m really sick, but I don’t feel like looking into it, or commenting.

Bullshit. The doctor is loaded with bullshit. Depression my ass. I’m just tired, what’s wrong with that? Great, now the doctor has to contact all of my teachers to discover the severity of my “depression”. I’m not depressed. If anything I was depressed four years ago when the crash occurred. The car ride home is silent and I just go up to my room and slam the door, I hope the guys realize I’m not taking any kind of pills. I don’t need them, and I want another opinion. I sit in my room fuming. After about ten minutes I head downstairs despite that it’s time for my afternoon nap. The guys are sitting in the dining room talking with hushed tones. “I’m not depressed. I hope you realize that. Also, I want a second opinion because obviously that doctor has fallen off of his rocker. I know I sleep excessive amounts, but it’s because I’m so tired, you think I like sleeping my junior year away? Well I don’t.” They look at me like I just said I like beasiality. “Okay Sig, we’re just worried about you.” “I would be too, but I’m not taking pills I don’t have to. Especially ones that will make me a walking zombie. I want a blood test, I know that sounds insane, but if I have a fever this could be mono. I honestly think that doctor just misdiagnosed to get more money and doesn’t know what he’s talking about anymore.” I leave and let them mull it over. Instead of going to my room, I go curl up on the couch, and accidentally fall asleep until dinner. I’ve been eating this whole time, maybe not at much as I used to because I’m almost always feeling sick to my stomach, but still. Besides, it’s only been about two weeks since I’ve been so tired, that doctor is just an asshole.

Later Jack is here for our routine cuddling as I fall asleep, but tonight I’m too angry to sleep. Though I’m still exhausted, so I’m hoping Jack can calm me down. “Siggy, sugar cube, what’s wrong?” “The doctor told us today that I have depression, but I don’t and he’s a frickin’ lunatic.” “It’s okay, why does he think that?” “Because I have most likely have mono, I just haven’t been taking my temp to prove it, and I’ve been bored as hell in school so now he’s going to try to convince my teachers that I’m not bored but depressed. Just UGH!” I throw my pillow across my room. So he goes and gets it and places it back on my bed. “It’s okay sweetie, just go to bed and everything will be better tomorrow.” “I’ll try.” So we curl up and after a bit just feeling this close to Jack makes me calm down and before I know it, I’m asleep.