“Sounds like Glandular Fever to me but we’ll send you for blood tests to confirm.”
Brilliant. Needles and glandular fever, how wonderful I thought.
I’m sure if you have had to visit a doctor’s surgery in recent years, you’ll know you can be waiting weeks and weeks for an appointment, especially if it’s winter and all the elderly people think a cold is going to kill them off. But anyway, another week or so and then it was finally time for my blood test. And yes, I cried.
Afterwards thinking no more of it, I went about life in the routine I had sunk into. Going to school for a lesson or two, coming home for a nap, eat my tea, sleep, and repeat. Before I knew it a week had passed. It’s funny how fast time goes when you sleep for 14 hours a day.
Still waiting for a phone call, I decided to visit the doctors on my way to school one morning to see whether my results had come back or not.
That’s all the receptionist said to me. I guess that’s all she could say, she wasn’t a doctor or a nurse, but that “all clear” didn’t answer my question, why was I always tired?
Following this I made another appointment, bearing in mind time was still ticking and Christmas was getting closer and closer. With my mother by my side, I went to the appointment and was giving some bullshit excuse about low Bilirubin levels, which guess what? Effect nothing. At the time I didn’t know this of course and just accepted that was the way it was and just tried fighting the tiredness.
This led to a few more tired months up until around February. So yes, that meant the family holiday at the start of December, and the Christmas Holiday’s I intended on doing lot’s of school work in, spending time with the family, and having fun with my friends were all tainted because of my need for napping.