No offence to people who have physiological seizures J it is in the mindset of Naomi not me….
R&R
(Naomi's Pain: )
(Naomi)
(flashback):
Naomi sat on the patient table in the doctors office: waiting, hoping, wishing for a miracle. This was her last chance to prove herself. She had been dealing with her sickness for almost seven months now. The fourteen year old girl had to leave her all friend and teachers at school in the middle of the second semester. She hadn't even been able to say goodbye.
It all happened so quickly. All the ER doctors she had seen said they were seizures and it sounded right. Seizures? There was only one problem: no family history of epilepsy. That in itself made it almost impossible for any neurologists to write it off as epilepsy and made it a hell of a lot harder to convince them they were real seizures. This doctor had been trying to convince her from day one that they were 'psychological' seizures. Which Naomi had believed was his way of saying that she was crazy, even though he stressed to her that they were 'real.'
She rubbed the plastic sanitary paper that she was sitting on thinking about the pain she had endured. She shuttered. It was too overwhelming. She was. She knew the doctor was just dragging her on hoping that whatever it was would go away. Why else would he not answer the phone when her mom called? He had never done that before. She knew this because she had been seeing him for seven years, almost eight, now. She had always had migraines and now this. In the back of her head, she always knew that her migraines would result in a further illness.
The reason that she was in his office today was because she had done a EGG. In actuality, it was her third but you know what they say. Third time is a charm. There was a knock on the door. She knew that it was him, her doctor, Dr. Rawond. Dr. Rawond came inside the room with her chart in his hand. Wow, it's big, she thought looking at the chart and it was. The chart was filled with all the problems she has faced in the last seven years of her life.
The doctor sat down and opened the chart as Naomi silently prayed to herself, praying for this nightmare to be over. "Ms. John, the results of your EEG have come back normal," he said coldly and it cut through her like a knife. She zoned out as he explained about more thing that she didn't care about and when he was done he quietly step out the room. After he step out, as if on cue, a rush of emotion overwhelmed her. What will I do now? What about school next year? What will I tell people? Will they even care? Will this ever stop? She didn't know and that is what scared her.
(flashback end)