So It's Entirely Possible I've Lost My Mind

Doctor's Visit

"Will you stop?"

I snapped my head up and looked towards my mom. She was sitting in a plastic chair off in the corner of the small room and was glaring at me, her phone forgotten in her lap.

"Stop what?" I asked. Without even thinking about it, I cracked my knuckles. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop.

"That! Stop that!" She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Look, I get it. You're nervous. But you've been coming here for years going through god only knows how many tests. One would think you'd be used to it by now."

I rolled my eyes in exasperation.

"You know I don't like hospitals and that I don't trust doctors! They're all sweet and calm and then suddenly a nurse is stabbing your arm with a needle. And then there's the smell. That god-awful smell of bleach and various other cleaning products. Who knows what they're hiding with that stuff. Plus, you've seen Kill Bill! There are ass-hats out there that rape coma patients! I don't understand how you can allow these doctors to be in a room with your only daughter, while she's unconscious, and have things probe her to look inside!"

My mom sighed, having heard this argument before.

"You, missy, have been watching way too much tv. Carli, sweetheart, if I believed for a second that the doctors would cause you any problems, I would never let you in there. Besides! It is a quick procedure and you'll be awake and going home in no time! So just calm down," She said, going back to her phone.

"Easy for you to say when you don't have a needle sticking out of and taped to your arm as blood slowly trickles down the tube attached to it," I grumbled under my breath. But, she was right. By now I should be used to it. I had been suffering from lactose intolerance and Crohn's Disease since the 5th grade. We only recently discovered it after finally trying a colonoscopy on top of various other invasive tests. Today, after about 2 years of taking 6 pills a day on top of the lactose supplements I take with practically everything I eat, I was here to see how the problem areas are doing, thus subjecting me to this torture again.

A minute or so later, the nurse came in.

"Hiya sweetie! So, the doctors are ready for you now. If you'll just follow me to the operating room," She said in a toothache worthy sugary sweet voice. I looked to my mom for help, but she only smiled and waved goodbye to me.

'Traitor.'

When we reached the operating room, the doors opened and I did a quick glance around. It was the usual sterile white with machines crammed against the walls. In the center of the room was the examination table surrounded by about 5 doctors and nurses. I noticed immediately that a couple of them were males. I shifted uncomfortably, suddenly very conscious of the fact that I was only wearing a pitiful excuse for a gown and a pair of hospital issued blue socks. Looking at the ground, I followed the nurse and sat down on the table.

"Alright, sweetie. Now, I'm going to need you to lie back on the table. Good! Good! Now, I'm going to hook up your tube to this machine and it's gonna pump you with this fluid that will make you have a nice nap. Doesn't that sound fun?" My eye twitched. This lady was getting on my nerves. For god's sake! I'm not 5!

Almost a second later, I felt the tell-tale chill ender my veins as the machine injected the stuff into me. However, there was something else. Something that shouldn't be there. The feeling of pins and needles flowed from where they put in the needle all the way to my fingertips. The feeling soon began to burn. Before I could voice the problem, my vision went black and I was gone from the world.

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As I slowly came back into awareness, my ears picked up on the sound of shouting.

"You think I... this?! I didn't...wasn't me!"