my water intake. I lost some weight, but I thought that was from not eating much. I’m always hungry, but I can’t keep it down. I’m not anorexic. I throw up unexpectedly. I will be graduating next week, and I’m trying to get myself in shape.”
The doctor looked impressed. “Oh, congratulations. That’s awesome, Ms. Shaw. I’m glad for you. What are your plans after graduation, and why do you feel you need to be in shape?”
TC responded, “I want to be in shape because I’m planning to do some traveling after graduation. I don’t want to be feeling sick on the plane. So can you help me, Dr. Wells?”
The doctor got up to wash his hands. “I’m certainly going to try, but first let’s do an examination and then get some lab work on you. So you said you’ve felt this way for a while. What’s a while? Plus, you look a little pale which indicates you still may be dehydrated. When was your last menstrual period?”
TC thought about it. “I’ve been feeling this way since March, so about two or three months. My last menstrual was back in February. I had some spotting in March, but nothing after that.”
The doctor paused with a questioning look. “Ms. Shaw, did you consider that you might be pregnant?”
TC answered immediately. “No, sir. Don’t be alarmed, Dr. Wells. My menstrual is very irregular. It skips months all the time. I just figured stress was the main reason. Plus I’m not involved with anyone at the moment. So I don’t believe that’s an issue for me.”
Dr. Wells reassured her. “Nonetheless, let’s just cover all the bases and have a pregnancy test done. If it’s negative at least we can rule that off the list as a possible cause of your illness. After you go to the lab to get your blood drawn, we will give you a call with the results. Please make sure we have a number where you can be reached. If you don’t hear from us within two days, you can give us a call.”
* * * *
“So when do you graduate, girl? I am so excited for you. Are you finally finished with all your classes?” El asked.
“Huh… Yeah, I am. I can’t believe it,” TC said while thinking there was a possibility she could be pregnant.
“Girl, what’s wrong? Come on. You can scream. Let it out! Dee and I will help you because we’re happy too. You drove us crazy with all these assignments and paper everywhere,” El insisted. El and Dee started screaming and running around the condo. TC started laughing when the neighbors started knocking on the walls, the floor, and coming from the hall for them to stop the noise.
“Give her some time. She’s been through a lot with school. She’s probably still in shock,” Dee said to El, laughing and out of breath.
TC went to her room, and her cell phone rang. “Hello. Oh, hi, Dr. Wells. Yes, this is Casey. What were the results? My blood work was fine, ok. Yes, I knew I was dehydrated. I tried to drink more water. Ok, so I need to drink at least sixty-four ounces a day. What? ... That can’t be, Dr. Wells.” Tears started rolling down TC’s face. “So based on my last menstrual I’m about ten weeks. This messes all my plans up, Dr. Wells. I can’t be pregnant! I don’t want to talk to no freakin’ counselor!”
TC threw her phone on the bed, buried her face in her pillow, and yelled with a high pitch.
El and Dee came running and banging on her door. El called out, “TC, what’s wrong? Are you screaming for joy or is something wrong? Why are you screaming?”
TC answered, “Go away. Leave me alone. I want to be alone!”
Dee was still trying to talk to TC, and then the door burst open. TC jumped up to find El standing in the doorway huffing. She should have known that crazy girl would have pitted the lock.
“Hell no, something is wrong,” El said after she’d caught her breath. “Did somebody hurt you, TC? Talk to us. This is supposed to be a happy time for you.”
TC snapped, “Well it’s not! Do I look happy?” She jumped to
The doctor looked impressed. “Oh, congratulations. That’s awesome, Ms. Shaw. I’m glad for you. What are your plans after graduation, and why do you feel you need to be in shape?”
TC responded, “I want to be in shape because I’m planning to do some traveling after graduation. I don’t want to be feeling sick on the plane. So can you help me, Dr. Wells?”
The doctor got up to wash his hands. “I’m certainly going to try, but first let’s do an examination and then get some lab work on you. So you said you’ve felt this way for a while. What’s a while? Plus, you look a little pale which indicates you still may be dehydrated. When was your last menstrual period?”
TC thought about it. “I’ve been feeling this way since March, so about two or three months. My last menstrual was back in February. I had some spotting in March, but nothing after that.”
The doctor paused with a questioning look. “Ms. Shaw, did you consider that you might be pregnant?”
TC answered immediately. “No, sir. Don’t be alarmed, Dr. Wells. My menstrual is very irregular. It skips months all the time. I just figured stress was the main reason. Plus I’m not involved with anyone at the moment. So I don’t believe that’s an issue for me.”
Dr. Wells reassured her. “Nonetheless, let’s just cover all the bases and have a pregnancy test done. If it’s negative at least we can rule that off the list as a possible cause of your illness. After you go to the lab to get your blood drawn, we will give you a call with the results. Please make sure we have a number where you can be reached. If you don’t hear from us within two days, you can give us a call.”
* * * *
“So when do you graduate, girl? I am so excited for you. Are you finally finished with all your classes?” El asked.
“Huh… Yeah, I am. I can’t believe it,” TC said while thinking there was a possibility she could be pregnant.
“Girl, what’s wrong? Come on. You can scream. Let it out! Dee and I will help you because we’re happy too. You drove us crazy with all these assignments and paper everywhere,” El insisted. El and Dee started screaming and running around the condo. TC started laughing when the neighbors started knocking on the walls, the floor, and coming from the hall for them to stop the noise.
“Give her some time. She’s been through a lot with school. She’s probably still in shock,” Dee said to El, laughing and out of breath.
TC went to her room, and her cell phone rang. “Hello. Oh, hi, Dr. Wells. Yes, this is Casey. What were the results? My blood work was fine, ok. Yes, I knew I was dehydrated. I tried to drink more water. Ok, so I need to drink at least sixty-four ounces a day. What? ... That can’t be, Dr. Wells.” Tears started rolling down TC’s face. “So based on my last menstrual I’m about ten weeks. This messes all my plans up, Dr. Wells. I can’t be pregnant! I don’t want to talk to no freakin’ counselor!”
TC threw her phone on the bed, buried her face in her pillow, and yelled with a high pitch.
El and Dee came running and banging on her door. El called out, “TC, what’s wrong? Are you screaming for joy or is something wrong? Why are you screaming?”
TC answered, “Go away. Leave me alone. I want to be alone!”
Dee was still trying to talk to TC, and then the door burst open. TC jumped up to find El standing in the doorway huffing. She should have known that crazy girl would have pitted the lock.
“Hell no, something is wrong,” El said after she’d caught her breath. “Did somebody hurt you, TC? Talk to us. This is supposed to be a happy time for you.”
TC snapped, “Well it’s not! Do I look happy?” She jumped to
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