Tachycardia Syndrome: A Short Story

The trembling of my palms were small earthquakes, the powerful numbness of my legs as they went limp to decay to the ground, as the stabbing in my brain leads to a dimensionless black. As I fall to the cool and nurturing floor, the only thought to loitering in my brain was “Damnit, I’m gonna miss my Computer Science class again”.
This has been four years with a monster that has taken over my life, but if you have a monster on your back for years does it stay scary? This being’s name is Dysautonomia or Postural Orthostatic Tachycardia Syndrome or POTS, she has many names; sometimes I call her “Hell”. The first year, when I did not know her name, was the most challenging. I had headaches and episodes of what my mom called “auroras” every day. Doctor after …show more content…
My wounded pride would like to lie to you, to tell you that I was fine and was able to keep up an excellent academic life despite my illness. This pride and this perfectionist lie about myself, is by far my biggest fault. After a name was put on the wretched face of my illness this lie became my tenet. With blood pressure lower than the Mariana Trench and pulse faster than a freshman late for class, I went to school. Dysautonomia does not like defiance, especially on her cranky days. She will show everyone the full extent of her wrath when its victim dares to get out of bed. My quaking and spinning body settled at a desk in my first class of the day. This body with consciousness seeping out of my eyes was an alien, a body with ignorance of how to be a body. The teacher could see this strange creature in the form of one of her students and asked if I was okay. Her voice sounded as though we were