Woke up at 4am and all I could do was dread the day ahead of been poked with needles and the horrifying smell of medicines.
Literally puking mentally and praying to the heavens for the strength to get through the day.
Arrived at the hospital by 9am, my test doesn’t start until 10:30am.
Got called into the doctor’s office and I appreciate the act of trying to make me all settled by having small talks and all but I still couldn’t stop thinking about what lays ahead of me.
The procedure started with me getting my x-rays done first and mind you that chapter was really embarrassing for me, hoping never to go through that again.
The lab where I was to carry out the blood tests and all was not as bad as I expected it to, if not for my fear of needles I wouldn’t mind switching spending my whole day there rather than going for the x rays.
My day was literally filled with me been studied like some specimen and also been forced to eat too.
Getting home, my joy was eminent and I got to bed right away due to exhaustion.