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It’s everything and nothing at all, the unnaturalness of living has clogged my lungs. As my mom rolls her SUV crookedly into a space that had no other cars surrounding it, I can't stop thinking about how tired i am of this life. At the stop light before, I remember the stare battle that took place, where everyone inched their car closer and closer to the white line seeing how far before they entered no man’s land. Here I was watching the irately as the rest focus so intensely for five minutes of my life I can never get back.
Yet here we were the doctor’s office, to see what disease I had or didn’t. But as far as I was concerned losing eight pounds never hurt anyone, if I was fat then my parents would probably say “oh let’s wait till you get to 20 pounds before we bother the doctor, there’s no need to rush.” But being a girl who was born to mother who was literally skinner then a pole, every pound lost is closer to anorexia. As we walk on the marble floors, I stared at the bathroom with a combination on it. Each floor has a different combination for their bathroom, as if someone from third floor might try and sneak into the second floor’s bathroom and spread a new long-lasting strain of Herpes which could spread to all the floors!
The waiting rooms in the pediatrician’s office are marked sick and well. Knowing my predicament, coughing my lungs out I go to the well room. Yeah…it sounds bad but I didn’t come to the doctor with a cold to come out with T.B, not mention air circulates so there’s really no point. After hours and hours of waiting finally I see the “doctor.” After hearing Nigeria, he fails to examine me and conludes that I must have T.B. Oh the wonder blood work, each pinch made me realize how unlikely my aspirations of being a heroin addict sadly won’t being coming true. But it was nice to feel the physical pain, after the all the emotional pain suffered through the day it was a welcomed change.
Yet here we were the doctor’s office, to see what disease I had or didn’t. But as far as I was concerned losing eight pounds never hurt anyone, if I was fat then my parents would probably say “oh let’s wait till you get to 20 pounds before we bother the doctor, there’s no need to rush.” But being a girl who was born to mother who was literally skinner then a pole, every pound lost is closer to anorexia. As we walk on the marble floors, I stared at the bathroom with a combination on it. Each floor has a different combination for their bathroom, as if someone from third floor might try and sneak into the second floor’s bathroom and spread a new long-lasting strain of Herpes which could spread to all the floors!
The waiting rooms in the pediatrician’s office are marked sick and well. Knowing my predicament, coughing my lungs out I go to the well room. Yeah…it sounds bad but I didn’t come to the doctor with a cold to come out with T.B, not mention air circulates so there’s really no point. After hours and hours of waiting finally I see the “doctor.” After hearing Nigeria, he fails to examine me and conludes that I must have T.B. Oh the wonder blood work, each pinch made me realize how unlikely my aspirations of being a heroin addict sadly won’t being coming true. But it was nice to feel the physical pain, after the all the emotional pain suffered through the day it was a welcomed change.