Finally, stigma rears it's ugly head.

I don't even want to write about this because I've cried enough and just don't want to think about it, push it out of my mind.I had been feeling really awful for several days. One night, I went to bed and got up about 5 times in 3 hours and drank an entire bottled water each time. I would still be thirsty but drinking so much water so quickly gave me a gagging feeling so I would go back to bed still thirsty. Then wake up and do it all over again.Finally around 1:30am I got tired of it and just stayed up. The longer I was up, the more extremely fatigued I felt, and it was extreme. Didn't matter if I drank coffee, took an energy pill, my body had had it. I missed school that day. Two days later, on a test day, I missed again. I will admit on that day I was also totally freaking over test anxiety.I told my teacher and she said I could make up the test if I brought a doctor's note. I go to a clinic where there are two doctors, and mine wasn't available when I needed, so I saw a woman doctor I had never seen.She diagnosed me with sodium deficiency (without a blood test), told me to start eating more salt and salty snacks and drink Gatorade for the electrolytes.  And...got the note I needed. I got home and wasn't there for long and that incredible fatigue set in again. I had made plans that day to go into the city with my friend but there was no way I could have done that.The next day, I was so tired but went to school. The lectures are 3 hours long and I had to get up and go ...
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