30 Days left to Live- Day one

Id like to think of my life as ordinary, uneventful, and just a little bland. I went about my days in my 29 years of life just going through the motions, never taking too much interest in much of anything. I'm not married, I'm not opposed to the idea, but I just never found myself overwhelmed by the idea. I found myself switching jobs alot too. Nothing seemed to tickle my fancy. All of these bland things in my life came to an abrupt stop one day about 4 months ago. That's where the true beginning of my story is. The day my real life began was only a few weeks following one fateful day at the doctors office. 

For weeks in mid spring I had been suffering from migraines and no one could figure out why. No matter what I took or what was prescribed, no amount of rest, no dark quiet rooms seemed to help. I had had enough of it, so when I snapped at my own family Dr, who had been treating me since the day I was born, I knew something was horribly wrong with me. I don't get angry or upset easily. But the sound of his voice was like raking a metal fork down an old school chalk board and was driving me insane and making my head pound. His eyes had filled with concern and worry as he took a gentle icy hand and tried to calm me. He knew me well enough to know this was not a reaction I would normally have. after finding my blood pressure more than 90 point higher than it should have been for someone my age he ordered some more tests to be done later that day. In hope that I would find some relief in my pain he gave me a shot of steroids and sent me to the hospital for some MRI's and cat scans of my head. He promised to call me the following morning with the results but I didn't make it that far. 

When I walked out of his office with full intent of heading straight to the hospital for his ordered tests, My eyes started to fill with a sudden blackness and my head spun so fast that I barley felt it when I collapsed and bounced my head off the concrete of Dr. Roberts walkway. My head felt as though it would explode from the pressure I was feeling from within it. When I woke up I was surrounded by machines and tubes and beeps and to my dismay the brightest lights I thought I had ever seen.I groaned and tried to block the light out. The next thing I noticed was my body bound to the uncomfortable slab they called hospital beds. I felt the instant panic start to rise but thought better of it. I took a deep breath and convinced myself to open my eyes and figure out what the hell was going on. 

I could hear rushed talking all around me but I could make out what they were saying. My head felt like it was under 10 foot of water. Though it sounded all muddled and garbled it was still loud. I opened my eyes, blinking back the pain from the light and saw Dr. Roberts and another man in a white coat that I didn't know and several nurses rushing around me. I opened my to speak and found my voice nothing more than a rough croak.

"Could we kill the lights and the talking please?" I choked out. Everyone's eyes snapped to mine and just like that the brightness in the room was dimmed and there was a low sheen of light from the far corner.

"Thank you." I all but breathed out with a sigh of relief as the pain in my head seemed to back off slightly. 

"Mr. Garret whats the last thing you remember before now?" The Dr. I didn't know asked me as a nurse started to unhook the straps that bound me to the bed and another one hook me up to a blood pressure machine. I tried to sit up but the nurse to my left gently pushed my shoulder warning me to stay put. I glanced at her and though she held a kind smile I could see something under the fake cheerfulness of her eyes. Was it worry? Wait what was the question he just asked me. 

"I...I...I was leaving Dr. Roberts office and headed to the hospital for some tests." I told him softly as my blood pressure was taken. You know there's something that I didn't notice until this moment. When you have a raging migraine blood pressure machines only seem to make your head hurt worse the tighter the damn thing squeezes you.