When I found out I had Huntington's Disease, I had a horrible feeling in my stomach, and I seem to be getting this feeling alot. I get this feeling so much that it seems to be the only thing I feel. I woke up this Morning with this feeling, felt like I was going to vomit. I look around the stillness of the room. I look over at my wife. Her peaceful face, and her long beautiful eyelashes, I looked at the perfection I would soon be leaving. I rubbed my eyes and proceeded to get dressed. Today I am going to work for the first time since I have been diagnosed.
I walk into the building grasping the cold marble handle of the door I hate walking into each morning. Actually it feels nice, I took some time off from work because, "I was going on a long vacation." As I walk into the building, everyone greets me and asks me the same exact question, where I had been. I so badly wanted to yell at Derrick, a co-worker of mine who doesn't seem to do much, yet the company still keeps him around. For what reason, I do not know.
"Teddy bear!" he yells.
"It's Ted."
I zoom past him not wanting to answer his two million questions about my disappearance. At one point I feel as if everyone in the building is calling my name. Screaming my name actually. Pulling on my suit, and yelling at me? I look around in disbelief, my whole office is acting like wild animals, freaking out over my absence. I hear the whispers of the the girls in the coffee room, gossiping about me. I hear the T.V's going off. I look around and see what is happening before me. The room spins. I put my hands over my ears, and squint my eyes. I open my mouth, and expect to scream to make everyone shut up. I open my mouth, and no noise comes out. As hard as I try. As hard as I push. No sound is made. I try to talk, and no words pour out of my mouth. I shake and tremble, the room spins faster. People yell louder, and I look at the ceiling, unable to take it anymore.
