Today is the most eventful Valentine’s Day ever and I hope it never is again.
I haven’t been religiously following beanies’ love, February posts but I’ve been aware of them. Today is valentines’ day – which I was very grateful for so I can stop seeing posts shaming single people.
Last year, I remember posting on dramabeans how insignificant the celebration has always been in my life but discovering a used condom in the middle of a library condom made it a little eventful.

I spent most of my day waiting in the hospital for what I thought was just a minor check-up. Some blood cell count was low but it was borderline and I didn’t have any symptoms – it was an accidental finding.
But staying in hospital for almost 3 hours before someone finally directed me to go get another blood test pissed me off even more. Why did I need to get blood drawn again? Then I finally got to see the doctor after 5 hours. I was furious because I knew I’d just wasted a day only to hear the doctor say what I’d been thinking – it’s nothing serious.

But she delivers news I didn’t expect – tells me my new test result is worse than the one I got last week, that I need to come back to get more tests done. Then she goes on to ask about symptoms I’ve been having. And I’m a medical student – I was aware of these symptoms but I never thought they were related cause I’d been struggling with them for almost 3 years. Now, what I thought was just a routine check-up has turned into something much more serious.

I’ve had enough breakdown in medical school that I don’t need an incurable illness. I’m used to being the one on the other side asking questions and taking medical history. I don’t know how to process it. I just hope further tests come negative. I’ve just decided to get my life in order. This had by far been one of the most terrible days of my life.