(fanfic in Harry’s POV)
So I was all set to get out into the world but I’m stuck in my room again.
I was taken to the emergency few days back because I couldn’t breathe. I felt like I am going to die and my life flashed in front of my eyes the whole time. I ran to the exit of the hospital because they called a freaking psychiatrist when I was going to die. Life is emotionally abusive to quote Taylor.
Anyway, after months of being clueless and not able to find out what’s wrong with me and being taken to the emergency couple of times, today the doctor concluded it’s tonsils. I am kinda relieved because now there is a name to the confusion. Also scared because I might have to get it operated after a month.
Life happens when you’re busy making other plans. Here I was, all ready and set with my cape to fly out to the world and now I am stuck in my room for another month. Might as well make the best of this time. I am unable to talk properly and cannot do anything without exhaustion. I am so sick it’s depressing. I am kinda out of my depression though, thankfully.
I do not look forward to the time at home but sometimes things aren’t in my hand. I am just surviving right now and watching Taylor’s tour updates on YouTube and Instagram, wishing I was there. Watching book tubers is also oh so comforting.
rachana rajan <3 