Hoy, hoy, hoy, hoy, uy.

So last night I had a pretty nice sleep, except for that stupid spider that crawled on my face. Anyway, today.

I woke up, knowing I would go to the doctor for something. Hopefully I would miss the whole school day, because school on a Friday is pointless. I got ready for school, ready to be signed out right when school started, although that was kind of weird, so I proposed an idea to stay home. What a wonderful idea. It worked too.

I stayed upstairs making music. Found some pretty weird Russian stuff or something. Then left the house ready for some weirdo stomach doctor to tell me that I didn't have an accessory spleen and that I was fine.
We left the house, and I played some pretty cool stuff I found on the internet in the car. It made the day seem better than it was. We drove to this place about half an hour away, and started up a normal conversation. Eventually we pulled up to the doctors office, went inside, found the room, then waited.

After waiting a small amount of time, this buff German woman opens the door leading to the patients' rooms. My mom was in the bathroom, so I continued on alone. She took the basic measurements: height, weight, blood pressure, heart rate, temperature, ect... and left the room. Her clothes were completely black, making it seem like a dark, unhappy area to be treated for medical conditions. I didn't even have any, so why was I even there.

The real doctor entered the room. "What's the problem" she asked, politely, but a little demanding. I answered her and told her something about my stomach. I didn't even know why I was in there; all I knew was that I got the Friday mostly off. She continued to ask questions and determined that I had Acid Reflux. I knew I didn't have that, and she insisted on taking tests. The first one was testing out some boring pills, the second was putting dye down my stomach and xraying the thing, and the third was to shove a camera down my throat to see if there was anything wrong. My mom (who had come in earlier) suggested that none of the tests be performed, and that it had to do with the stuff I ate. So, a simple blood test would determine if I had enough protein and vitamins in my body. The doctor signed a slip of paper and instructed us to go downstairs toward the blood testing room.

We made it down. It was weird with eight people crammed in an elevator, and us being the only ones to want to go to the second floor, but we survived. The room we entered was dimly lit, full of old people just waiting to expire. The man at the front desk didn't speak much English, and everyone was constantly arguing with him about their appointments. We signed in, waited twenty minutes, then were called into the room by another man, who didn't speak much English either.
The room was bare, and streaks of blood led out of the door for some reason. There were only three things within the room: a painting of some dark, mellow landscape, a small chair with restraints, and a table holding vials of blood.
The chair was restraining. It looked like a padded electric chair, with the arm folding across the front making it so I couldn't escape. The man holding the needle laughed to himself as he prepared the vials for being filled, and spread alcohol across my arm. "It will be very quick", he said, with his heavily accented voice. Then he stabbed me.
This was not like any blood test I've ever had before. The needle gave off this strange type of pain, and I could feel every single little movement the man made with the needle. I started laughing, but thought of the consequences of moving my arm the slightest bit. The needle may snap in half inside my arm and slice my vein in two. I started laughing more. Everyone around me started laughing, so I couldn't just stop. I started clawing at my face, I don't know why, but it was probably because I wanted to cover my face so everyone around me would stop laughing.
"Almost done" they said. It was a 3 minute procedure. "Your veins are slow" they told me. And my arm still hurts. 5 giant vials of blood is enough.

I ended up going back to school. I don't know why, the next classes were a waste of time. I brought my Jamba Juice, and the administration was nice to me, unlike the doctors.
Well, that's it for now. I think there might be another story after tonight's football game. It's too hotttt.