C2 Doubts

I was living my best life, a law degree in hand, and my mum was proud of me. I had 14 whole months before law school, so I headed home to visit her. I had been away for a while, could not afford to come back for holidays, but we would catch up over phone calls. It was nice to finally relax and be around family, even if it was just for a bit. Fast forward a month, and I was feeling kind of off. Sick, weird symptoms, the whole deal. I decided to check it out at a clinic, hoping they would tell me it was just stress or something. I mean, I had been pushing myself a lot, maybe my body was just saying, "Hey, slow down!"

So I went to this clinic, and the doctor, a nice middle-aged lady, looked at me kind of strange and said I should see a gynaecologist. I was like, "Gynaecology? Is not that for...?" I did not think I needed to see one of those doctors, you know, unless it was something serious. It did not seem right, so I made up an excuse and left. I did not feel like dealing with a quack. I mean, I have heard stories, and I did not want to be some kind of experiment, you know?

Next thing, I was headed to a fancier hospital. This one was going to be better, right? I mean, they have specialists and equipment and stuff. Maybe they would figure out what was going on with me. I just hoped it was nothing too serious. I have plans, you know? Law school is waiting for me, and I cannot let anything get in the way of that. So yeah, that is where I am at. Guess I will find out what is going on soon enough.