So…Dr. Serena wants me to get an MRI. Yep. My head. Just…check it out. Cool. Nothing like taking a day off work, slipping into a dress, and lying completely still in a metal tube for 30 minutes to feel so alive.
Coffee helps. Music helps. My brain? Oh, she’s running theories. My body? Slightly panicked. My vibe? Trying to stay Leata-calm, but let’s be real…shenanigans are always creeping in.
I haven’t had a headache in two weeks. And that’s exactly the part that scares me. Headache on, headache off, weeks of tiny thuds, then…silence. For all I know, I could have a tumor or some crazy sci-fi thing—like John Travolta in that movie where he develops powers and becomes super smart. That would be kinda dope, honestly. But also…maybe I’d prefer to just live without headaches.
Honestly, being me means overthinking while drinking coffee and trying to act normal in a gown and hospital slippers. But whatever. I’ll survive. I always do.
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