Zoie (if_i_believe) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2013-01-29 12:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-24, regan, zoie |
you have limitations don't go chasing flies
Who: Regan and Zoie
Where: UofM Hospital
When: Morning
Zoie was not here because she was having problems, she was here because she was pretty sure that she had gotten over-excited in the past few days. And she just wanted to do the responsible thing and check to make sure that nothing had gotten over-stressed before it kept on being that way and ended up with her in the hospital for a few days instead of just for an hour or so - Nora would kill her. And then she would try to go and kill anyone who she had spent time with over those past few days. Zoie would try to point out that it was her own fault because she was a grown woman who could make her own decisions and had just really, really wanted to see her friends, but Nora had her own way of seeing these things... okay maybe she was having problems. Zoie had made the appointment on her own after she had taken her vitals this morning. Her blood pressure was a little high, her heart was going too fast and her temperature had risen. Most people could get away with a fluctuation there, but for Zoie it meant "just go to the doctor, okay?". Had she down as she almost always did then she would have called and given said vital recordings to her mother, but instead she had texted to let her know she had an appointment so they would take care of it all. Far better to do it that way than to let Angela Irving have one of her infamous freak outs over her youngest's well-being. Zoie knew the difference between 'might need to take it easy' and 'oh god I'm going to be in trouble' with her own body, it was not her fault that her family did not believe her.
All those times when she just collapsed were blips that they paid too much attention to.
Bored - it always took awhile after they took chest x-rays especially if it was a new doctor who had never gotten to look at her heart before - Zoie stretched out on the bed in the waiting room and played a game of 'count the spots on the ceiling'. She would have gotten out her notebook and scribbled down something she had thought about vampires on the way over, but her fingers hurt today. There was no reason for that, she had not even played the piano more than an hour yesterday, it was just a thing that happened sometimes. She was hoping that by not really using them in the morning she would be fine when she went in for her afternoon shift in the lab. It would really suck if within the first week she dropped and broke a few test tubes because her hands were just refusing to be as cooperative as they were supposed to be. "Someone should have that looked at," she remarked out loud as she heard someone stop near the door, nodding towards the ceiling near the window. "Water damage doesn't just go away, right?" For all she knew the person had kept going after she spoke up, but she had added the last bit in just because once she started talking she had to finish. And also because if she thought about why there were spots on the ceiling then she would not be adding another half hour to her mental tally of how much time she spent in hospital rooms.