The Journey That Is Life; A Teenage Perspective

Chapter 23- Doctors Are Your Friends!

   Twas' a long week before I had the chance to even go see my family doctor, she was a nice lady, a little dyke-like, but nice and she knew her stuff. Every day I laid up in my loft bed reading, drawing, texting, or messaging Oliver on line. I moved my bed arrangement around every night, I just couldn't get comfortable, my head was off in some other world probably having the time of its life.

     I usually have a lot of pillows around my bed, acting as a barrier to monsters that lay in the dark, if I fall off my bed, pillows would fall first, and they made me feel less lonely on some nights. On some nights I'd lay my head so I could look down at my feet, and look out the window. On other nights my head would be by the window so i'd listen to light sounds of trees blowing in the wind and sirens from police cars. Relaxing. Even a night or two, I was just curled up in a ball in the middle of my mattress, hugging myself for heat and comfort.

     Throughout the 6 days, my headaches increased, my memory wasn't too sharp, and my right side of my body was less cooperative then my left. My stomach twisted and turned, it felt as if my stomach acids were in a nightclub living it up and not thinking about the next day. Water was the only thing I've consumed. Smoothies and actual food didn't stay down very well.

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     "Wake up, your appointment is in a couple hours." I heard my moms voice say, it was soothing, but it woke me up. The night I just happened to have gone through, I had a total of 2 hours of sleep, and in that time all I had was night terrors. I couldn’t remember it correctly, but I was pulled into a van, and all it was loud screaming behind my back, but I looked out the window. It didn't seem too bad once I thought about it, but at the time, I didn't feel too shabby. 

     I finally got out of bed, my right leg suddenly gave out, but the wall saved me from my fall. I stood there for a minute, finding the strength to make it to the washroom, for a shower. The shower was relaxing, I let the hot water fall over me; It didn't help my fever very much, but it felt nice. I got dressed into comfy but presentable clothing, and was off. The drive there was dreadful, I stared out the window the whole time, which reminded me of the dream, the radio played quiet Bruno Mars songs in the back round, but I was focusing on not being sick. 

     One thing I’ve learned over the years, is to NEVER go to the doctors earlier than you're appointed time, you'll be waiting in the lobby listening to elevator music and reading magazines that were published 4 years ago. If you're lucky, you might even find one 3 or 2 years in the past. It's all Hollywood gossip and diet magazines. I did take into realization that I was the youngest in the room, everyone else in the room were middle aged women probably with yeast infection. Gross. 

     "Matilda Smith? Mati--" The receptionist said across the room, but I interrupted by standing up as fast as I could, and following her into the private room leaving my mom behind to play demo games on her blackberry, "Dr.B will be with you shortly." she said, closing the door behind her. I didn't believe her; I'd probably be sitting on this spinny chair for half an hour. I felt obligated to spin, but I knew how that wouldn't help my stomach issues. Dr.B came in a minute later; I stand corrected.

     "Hello Maddi, haven't seen you around here for awhile! How was your holiday?"

     "I must've been really healthy, and it was good." She couldn't care less of what I was saying; she was tying to break the awkward silence. She was typing onto her computer.

     "So what’s wrong." She asked, setting her hands in her lap.

     "Well where do I start.' I said hesitantly, "My head pounds non-stop, I cant eat or do much without feeling or getting sick, my right side of my body isnt as cooperative as the other. Uhm.. At sometimes my vision gets blurry, and my hearing lessons a bit too--" 

     "How are you feeling right now?"

     It took me a couple of seconds to run that sentence through my brain and spit out word, "Just... My head. It hurts, I had an Advil this morning, but it didn't work." She seemed interested in what I was laying out; her brain must be going a mile a minute.

     Her facial expressions changed a lot. One minute it was happy; as if she knows what’s wrong, but the next it was sad; as if she knows what’s wrong. It scared me; she didn't even need to say anything. 

     "Can I bring in your mum?" she asked. I was confused but I nodded my head. Now my mind was running a mile a minute.