penelope
i anxiously bite the inside of my cheek, anticipating the arrival of my doctor. the beige walls mock me. the paper on top of the examination table crinkles with every move i make. what is taking so long?
a shallow knock on the door makes my head perk up. in walks my doctor, laptop in her grasp as she sits down in front of me. i take a deep breath. there's nothing to be nervous about, penelope.
"just tell me." i squeak out.
she nods and opens her laptop, clicking around a few times before she says anything. if i were a ticking time bomb, we would be in trouble because this woman's main concern is not to do anything in a timely manner.
"chronic persistent migraine."
i tip my head, confusion etched on my face. she spins her laptop screen around to face me, multiple scans of my brain and spine coming up. she's pointing all around the screen to different areas but i all i can hear is her say, "when you took that fall while rafting, you hit your head a lot harder than we thought."
"so...?"
"so, the reason for your back pain, nausea, and irritability is likely from your migraines you've been experiencing." she explains.
i don't know why i don't believe her. i squint my eyes and look towards her. i don't have persistent migraines. i don't have migraines at all. a headache here and there, sure. but not a migraine.
"we can give you a referral to a neurologist if you-" i cut her off by shaking my head.
"that won't be necessary," i give a slight smile and start walking out of the exam room. "thank you."
tears prick at my eyes as i walk back to my car. why do i feel like i'm not being listened to? i sit in my car for a few minutes just processing, sitting, decompressing, whatever you want to call it. maybe i'm depressed.
i sigh and pick my phone up for what feels like the first time in days. the time that i've not been at work, i spend sleeping.
from: dr. peter stone
Did you go to the doctor? Call me when you can.
from: Cel❤️🔥
i've been a shitty friend this week babes, im soooo sorry! tried calling but got ur vm. call me later, love you
to: Cel❤️🔥
call u tonight after work!
from: Cel❤️🔥
can't wait!!!!
from: trevor zegras
Woman I'm worried about u
Ur ghosting me again :(
from: jack hughes
P would you please call Z back ??? the guy is freaking the fuck out
Text him back or I'm telling him the story of you at the coyote ugly bar
from: alex turcotte
You bitch
I can understand you ignoring Z because he's not that likable but ME????
divorce babes divorce
to: alex turcotte
have you ever considered dying
i sigh, deciding to put my car in drive after my ten minutes of sulking. i dial peter's number as i drive to the office. he picks up on the third ring.
"what did they say?" straight to the point again today.
"persistent chronic migraine." i sigh.
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Romancepenelope archer is deemed the "luckiest girl alive" some may say. she's got an ivy league education, brains, beauty, and an incredibly supportive best friend. penelope wouldn't say she's unlucky; that is until she finds herself as the maid of honor...
