After the hospital, we were transferred to a diagnostics center, where they stuck another needle in my arm to remove 6 vials of blood for testing. Two hours of sitting in the waiting room, we got sent back to a hospital. Now here is the part that confused me, I got transferred to a hospital three hours away from our town after they found all kinds of stuff in my blood along with my allergies.
All I ever wanted to be lately was a normal kid. I wanna play, be loved, grow old, and be safe. Unfortunately, I got terribly bad luck genetically speaking, and in general. Settling into the new hospital, a nurse did a walk through about why I was transferred, and my family listened. Like a fly trapped behind walls, I on the other hand zipped about unsettled by all the constant changes.
Clearing her throat obnoxiously, as if trying to get my attention, the nurse told me, "I understand that you have gone through so much lately, but right now I'm going to get you ready for the phlebotomist. So miss Rose, you'll need to lay down here and stay still". I just nodded, and my mother seemed super irritated with the way she spoke to me. They came in and took one last vial of blood, and we played the waiting game all over again.
The news came back that my body isn't producing enough white blood cells. There was no rhyme or reason, just a massive red flag. My immune system will forever be weakened, I will have to be extra cautious around people containing viruses and infections. After Doctors found an new effective medication that didn't make me have the massive side effects, there was finally a relief at least. But, I feel like I was forgetting something extremely important yet again.
On the way back home, Ann and Louis started arguing about my health. I started trembling out of instinct, I don't know if it was the stress or the loss of blood, but I started to get really sick. Keep on feeling like deja vu, and my head started to hurt ridiculously bad. I started to cry quietly to myself waiting for the pain to subside.