My broken head

For the past 4 days I've been stumbling around like a bee in a bottle, thanks to my broken head. It all started Sunday when the weather changed a drastic 23 degrees in under 24 hours.

Finally today I was fed up and phoned up the docs in a fit of tears and got fitted in for 4pm.

I waited. And waited.

And waited.

I sat amongst the sick, the disgusting, and the grotesque.

I made a point to look as miserable and unapproachable as possible, and it seemed to work since no one made eye contact with me which is just how i like it.

Finally I got in. Where I waited. And waited. And waited.

The doc came in. He was a fill-in doc since my doc is on mat leave.

We went over the meds list, the transplant story, the medical history.

"You scare me," he said.

"Ya," I replied with no feeling. Just fix my broken head.

He listened to my lungs, looked in my nose, mouth, ears. I stood up and did walking tests, and followed his fingers with my eyes.

"Nothing neurologically wrong," he stated.

Ya. My mind replied.

"Well," he said sitting down. "I can't find anything wrong with you. But your medical history concerns me. What do you think it could be?"

"I think it's from the weather change the other day," I said flatly. " I get headaches and sternum pain and now my head is broken. From everything I read on Google, it says barometric pressure change that causes vertigo can last for days"

He said nothing.

*Silence*

"You can always try Gravol."

"Ok."

And the appointment ended.

And my head is still broken.