Soul Dose

The tests had only just begun and me, well mom says I did them willingly at first but at some point I reached a point where I felt like a lab frog awaiting the inevitable, I felt like II was being studied and each time we went to hospital and came hoome with no answer I slowly sank into depression.

We spent a few weeks at home, I kept getting worse till I was nothing but skin and bones, I looked like somebody else and by then I couldn't speak at all. Doctors suggested testing my head because they suspected something like a tumor, I freaked out because it's something nobody wants to believe might be the possibility, I was also happy. Ok I know this sounds weird but let me explain, I was happy because I thought maybe the answer did lie in the cat scans and what not.

Monday came. my uncle, brother and gran took me to the hospital to have the tests, gran says when she saw me on the machine she found herself feeling like she had lost me, like I was gonna go in and come out dead... She's old fashioned...

The testing went smoothly but again  the problem couldn't be identified.

Long faced and tired, we went home