AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hi guys! It's theausllydoctor! Sorry I haven't been posting much in the last few months, I've just been busy with school and a seasonal job and also I had Writer's Block. I REALLY, REALLY HATE WRITER'S BLOCK. Anyway, I hope you guys like the story because I feel the A&A archive here on Fanfiction is kind of dry and empty and I want to restore that life in it! I got the idea from Selena Gomez's diagnosis of Lupus and how she had a kidney transplant. OK, that's it for the disclaimer- Here is Transplanted!
ALLY:
I hadn't been this miserable in a long time. My muscles ached, I had had to pee frequently and on a few occasions, I had found blood in my urine, I had been extremely exhausted and I had been moving around like a zombie a lot, my head ached and it would come with head tremors sometimes, my joints were stiff, I was cold, I had been very agitated for days but I didn't know what it was (I had had about twelve panic attacks in the last two and a half weeks, which like six or seven of them lead to me breaking down and crying without even knowing what the trigger or cause was), when I had those panic attacks, it would actually hurt to breathe, I had had little to no appetite (that symptom would come and go) and on days when I had a small appetite, I could only eat a small amount and then I would regurgitate. Was I on my period? No, even though when I was on my period, my hormones would get out of hand and I would get very emotional, but that only happened every two or three months due to the fact that my menstruation cycle was irregular. I stood up from my bed and then I got very dizzy and I had a head tremor.
Fuck. I didn't know what I had, but I hated it. I was lying on my bed with my feet reaching the pillows and I had a throw blanket over me. I stood up again, way slower than I did the last time I had decided to stand up. I walked like a zombie to my bedroom mirror. My armpit-long hair, which was wavy and dark brown with caramel and blonde streaks, was tied in a high ponytail and it was very messy. I was just in a neon pink zip-up hoodie, a pink cap sleeved t-shirt and charcoal colored pajama pants covered in white, pink and red lip kisses. I was very pale around my face, I looked skinnier than I usually did (I was very skinny and some people thought I had an eating disorder), and what was that under my eyes? I walked closer to the mirror and I saw a red butterfly rash under my eyes.
It was on my nose and on my cheekbones. Shit. Once again, the nausea hit me like a ton of bricks and I ran to the bathroom and spilled a bunch of puke into the toilet. Now I was starting to have very sharp chest pain. It was hurting to breathe, very much like when I would have panic attacks and mental breakdowns.
"MOM!"
I managed to shriek. I shrieked as if I was in a horror movie screaming for help to be saved from a psychopathic murderer. I was very lucky I could talk because I couldn't breathe and my chest was hurting like a bitch. My mom came running into the bathroom and she knelt to my level, where I was practically laying on the toilet seat and my body was in a spoon position.
"Ally? You OK, sweetheart?"
My eyes were watering. I was panting and hyperventilating as if I had run about two hundred miles.
"No, Mom. I'm not. My chest hurts and I can't breathe."
"Come on, Ally. We better get you to ER."
I then passed out in her arms. I woke up next to her in the ER with a mask over my nose and mouth. My mom was stroking my hair and she whispered,
"You're awake. That was a very frightening moment for me."
I couldn't reply with a mask on my mouth so I slightly nodded, despite my head hurting. My phone vibrated- I got a text from my best friend, Trish De La Rosa. It said,
"HI ALLY",
A follow up text said,
"I FEEL GOOD RIGHT NOW"
A second follow up text said,
"ALSO DO YOU HAVE FOOD FOR ME"
Those three texts were followed by a video. I played the video of Trish singing,
"Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah,
Someone's in the kitchen I know, I know,
Someone's in the kitchen with Dinah,
Fucking with the old dildo."
She then erupted in laughter so hard that tears started to tumble down her cheeks. I wasn't an avid listener of nursery rhymes and I hadn't been since I was about four or five years old, but I knew Trish was messing up some of the lyrics. Why would a nursery rhyme, a song aimed at children, especially children under five years old, have lyrics about fucking with a dildo? Her eyes also looked very dilated. Trish had to have been smoking marijuana.
I texted back,
"At least one of us has an appetite."
"Da fuck do you mean Ally?"
Trish texted.
I sent her a picture of me in the emergency room with the mask attached to my nose and mouth.
"Poor Ally,"
She texted back.
"Hope you OK."
I texted,
"Yeah me too. I feel like complete shit right now."
Trish was the kind of girl who loved to go to parties and drink and smoke marijuana. She had also engaged in a few wet t-shirt contests. Occasionally, I went to parties, but I preferred to spend my Friday nights in pajamas with blankets and stuffed animals (I was twenty years old and in college and I still had stuffed animals and if I had douchebags making fun of me for that, I honestly didn't give two shits) watching Netflix, Hulu and Amazon Prime, pampering myself, reading books, or listening to books on tape, sleeping and taking a warm bath. I just was always the type of girl who was afraid of getting in trouble and didn't want to become an addict or end up in prison. I also admit to still being a virgin- I just was scared, borderline paranoid, of catching an STD or getting pregnant.
I wasn't ready to have sex yet, let alone have a baby. I put my phone in my bra (when I wore see-through pajama shirts, I always wore bras underneath. I was a very modest person and I didn't want people seeing my watermelons, much less my nipples) and my eyes roamed aimlessly around the room. My head felt like it had been hit with a baseball bat about one hundred times. I put my hand over my forehead because another symptom I had was I had recently become very sensitive to light. My mom was looking over my shoulder at the texts I got.
I detached my mask from my face and I tried breathing. My breathing was normal this time (Thank christ). My mom asked,
"Who's texting you?"
I was still very lethargic but I said sleepily,
"Trish."
"Why does she seem so loopy?"
I said,
"I think she's been smoking weed."
My mom said to me,
"Come here, baby girl."
I felt the agitation rise in me again.
"Mom, what's the matter with me?"
I asked, on the verge of tears.
"What do you mean?"
I said,
"What I mean is, I've been very anxious lately. I've had panic attacks and I've cried, both without even a reason, I can barely eat anything without retching, I'm a zombie all the time and I'm always tired, I have headaches, I get dizzy and I get head tremors and I have this ugly rash on my face."
My mom gave me a facial expression like she'd just seen a phantom.
"I didn't know about any of your symptoms beyond the retching, lethargy and the struggle to breathe."
She hugged me very tightly.
"I want my baby girl to be OK."
I did too. I had never gone through anything like this before. It was single-handedly the scariest thing I had ever faced in my life.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
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