It has now been a full seven days that Beyoncé has been sick. She was absolutely miserable and felt like she got more and more miserable by the hour. Jay hated it, too. Not only did he feel bad that B was sick, but she hadn't been able to help out with anything either. It had only been a week, but Jay was finally realizing why she was so tired all the time. All of the days he came home after six, leaving her to do everything. Picking the kids up, helping with homework, stoping them from bickering, making dinner, bath time, bed time, fixing their hair in the morning, making breakfast, packing lunch, taking them to school. It was all so much and he didn't understand how she was able to do it mostly on her own. She very rarely would even ask him for help, deciding to do everything herself, but he made a vow to himself to help out so much more once she felt better.
"Baby, I brought you some rice." Jay said bringing in a bowl for her. "I can put gravy or something on it, if you want."
"I don't want that, baby, I'm sorry." She said immediately. "Actually, the smell is making me nauseous, please, take it away."
Jay quickly took the bowl back to the kitchen and returned back to see how she was doing. B groaned as she turned her body to the side to stretch out her back. "Jaayyy." She whined and he furrowed his brows. "Something is not right."
"What's wrong now?" He asked. "Is it something different?"
"I still don't feel well and now my back... I feel pr–... I can't even say the word." She wanted to gag at the thought of it, but something just didn't make sense to her. It was very hard for her to understand why she had been feeling this way.
"The first test was negative. Why don't you take another one to be sure?" He suggested with a shrug.
"I did! I took another one yesterday and it was also negative... I guess, I'll have to go to the doctor." She groaned.
"That's probably a good idea." Jay nodded. "You should've been done that."
"I hate the doctor." She stated obviously. Jay knew how much she hated to go to the doctor. The thought of the doctor's office made her skin crawl. "I don't want to." B began to pout.
"Baby..." He dragged out and wrapped his arms around her. "Everything is good." He told her with as much confidence as he could. "Maybe you just need some antibiotics or something we can't get over the counter."
"I'm scared." She admitted and teared up. "I have back and side cramps and my chest hurts, I don't want to get out of bed, I feel heavy, I feel sluggish–"
Jay stopped her from going on and on. "Set up an appointment and we can go from there. Don't google anything else." He wiped her tears and kissed her forehead. "I'm worried, too. But, I know that you are going to be okay. I hate you being sick too, but I think we have to let this run its course." Jay was trying to be supportive, but it wasn't working. It almost felt like he was just diminishing her fears although, that was far from what he was trying to do.
She sighed. "I don't even know what doctor to see."
"Just see Dr. Moore and if necessary, she'll refer you to someone else." Jay said.
She thought on it for a second and didn't think that that would be the best thing to do. She thought it'd be smarter to see a doctor that had a broader view. "I'll check online." B pulled her phone out ready to make an appointment. She went online to see if they had any appointments available. Her primary doctor, Dr. Scott, didn't have any appointments at all for the next few months. So, she decided to check with Dr. Moore after all and lucky for her, they had an opening for Tuesday at three o'clock (which was in two days.) B didn't like the fact that she had to wait, but it was nothing she could do about it right now.
