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"Go on."
"I have terrible headaches. Like the blinding pain kind of headache that makes me turn off lights and have to lie down. Sometimes there's a sharpness in my chest that catches me off guard."
Dr. DeLang reopened my file and began taking notes. "What about your period? When was your last cycle?"
I glanced at the ceiling for a second, then back to her. "You know, I can't remember. It's been on and off. I figured the irregularity was due to the heavy training."
"For sure, it can be. You’re still training about forty to fifty hours a week, correct?"
I nodded.
"Are you on birth control to regulate your period?"
"No."
"Having sex?"
"Sometimes."
"But you're using protection, correct?"
"Of course." Plan B was a sort of protection. The only other time I didn't use protection was in the shower with Hayden, and he'd pulled out.
Christ on a stick! Was I pregnant this whole time and didn’t know it?
No. There’s no way.
I may have thrown myself headfirst into gymnastics because I’d been so consumed with everything else going on that I wanted to forget, but I think I’d know if I was pregnant.
"Good. What about illnesses? Any that run in your family?"
"As far as I know everyone seems to be healthy." Not that I knew much of anything about my biological mom, and I was too embarrassed to broach that topic.
"No cancer? Any diseases?" she asked, jotting more stuff down.
"No." I shook my head. She probably thought I was a hypochondriac.
"How well are you sleeping?"
"Some days I pass out as soon as I walk in and don't wake up until my alarm goes off. Other days I'm so exhausted but I just can't seem to fall asleep no matter what I do. I'm all over the place."
"Any fevers?"
"I had a fever a few times."
She looked up at me. "How high was it?"
"I didn't take my temperature."
"Okay. Anything else I need to know about?"
I started to shake my head no, then stopped, recalling something Madeline had said. "One of my coaches said it looked like I had a rash a few weeks ago."
"Where was it?"
I shrugged, helpless. "My cheeks?"
Dr. DeLang made another note before setting the file down. She reached into a cabinet and pulled out a little clear cup with a lid. She wrote my last name on the affixed label before handing it to me. "I'll need a urine sample from you, and then I’ll send you for a new set of labs. I'd rather not go on your last blood panel since it's been so long."
