This story is what happens when you attempt to design an ITP awareness banner, while watching episodes of Regular Show.
Warning: This story features struggles with a medical condition.
Disclaimer: I do not own Regular Show or its' characters, they belong to J. G. Quintel.
Idiopathic
Thrombocytopenic
Purpura
He hated nights like this. He had come home completely exhausted, all he had wanted to do was sleep. He had even skipped dinner just so he could go straight to bed, and sleep.
But he couldn't.
He tossed and turned, tried all the cliches, from warm milk to counting sheep. (The milk had just made him need to use the bathroom, and the sheep only reminded him that he owed his cousin a phone call) When those failed, he tried reading the most boring book he could think of. It made his head feel numb, but didn't help the situation at all. Eventually all he could do was just stay still, and try to will himself to fall asleep. Hours crawled by, but he remained painfully conscious.
After what felt like eternity, he couldn't take it anymore. He glanced at the clock. Achingly bright numbers flashed 6: 19. Ugh, what was even the point anymore? With a groan, he rolled out of bed and went to get ready for the day.
It figured this would happen when he needed to go to work too. So far he had been lucky enough to avoid this, even if it did still interfere with school. At least at school he didn't need worry about demons, mutants, or highly irate business men.
Not yet anyway, it was probably just a matter time though.
Right now however, he needed to think about how he was going to survive the day at the park. Where not only did these things happen, they happened on a regular basis.
Well, he decided as he started to climb into the shower, he'd just have to deal with it. Not only would he deal with it, he'd get through it. He'd been surviving that crazy place for several months now, and that wasn't about to change- HEY!
Rubbing his arm, he glared daggers at the shower door. It hadn't even bumped him that hard, but he knew that it didn't matter.
Great, he grumbled to himself. Here comes another bruise.