It had been almost a month now, a month since my fight on the field. We won that game, only by one point. My last year in soccer, I won the 'Best Goalie' award. Just another one to add to my collection of the same award. I guess all I was good at was getting hurt for the team, a sacrifice.
The hospital's waiting room smelled funny, that smell that seems to come with needles and hurt. My cousin, Zoe, was here. As well as Nana and Papaw to watch my little brothers. My dad was gone on a business trip on the other side of the world. My mom was the only one who would go with me to the doctor's check-up room. Zoe brought cards, and a few games to play to keep me distracted. My mood hadn't been the same since the incident. My body felt weird, off balance and shaky.
When a nurse called us back, I took a final look at Nana, Papaw, Mason, Garrett, and a sad looking Zoe. I held on to my mom, my whole world spinning, and my feet seeming to want to trip eachother. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, and ever. Once we made it to the room, the nurse took my temperature, checked my stomach and other parts, tapped my knees, took my blood pressure, and then left without a word. I played on my iPod to keep my mind off of this random appointment. My check-up with my normal doctor hadn't ended well, and she had to send us off to the hospital for further tests.
After almost an hour and a half wait, the doctor came in. He introduced himself, and took a seat on the wheely chair. He rolled over to me, checked my throat, got my regular pulse, once again had my blood pressure checked, then looked in my eyes. He started writing things down on a paper.
"Well Haley, can you tell me what's going on?" He asked, crossing his legs. I sighed, this may take a while.
"I've just been very grumpy, dizzy, and I can't seem to hold food down well. I've uh...lost quite a bit of weight. At least one or two pounds a week. I just can't seem to get enough breath, and I can't think straight. I just feel week and woozy." I laid down on the table, I was getting tired from just talking to the man. He seemed to be scribbling words down at an unbelievable rate.
He pushed his glasses up on his nose, "Have you...started?"
I could feel a weak blush start forming on my cheeks, "Yes, and it's very heavy. My mom sometimes has me wear Pull-Ups because it gets so bad." I laughed, trying to make light of this situation. I got nothing in return. The doctor sighed, and looked at both my mom and me.
"I'm afraid we're going to have to run some tests to check her blood. Is that alright with you?" He asked my mom, but I answered instead.
"No," I shouted. "No needles, I don't want a needle!" Mom came over to me and wrapped her arm around me.
"That will be fine," she assured the doctor, and with that, he left to return for us later. I cried the whole time as we waited. Waited, and waited for him to return.
