Today was the day that me and my roommate lost a piece of hope for a better future. My roommate (Jason) has been having some stomach pains for quite awhile now. So after a months wait, I finally got him to a free clinic nearby. The doctor came to the conclusion that he seems to have some sort of internal bleeding. How long it’s been going on, I have no idea. This was the first I heard that things were this serious for him. So the doctor ordered that he have some blood work done. That night, Jason brings to my attention that the doctor seemed worried, but that his appointment for the blood work was a month away. This was unacceptable to me. Me and him might have started our adventure as friends, but over the last 2 years, I have grown a deep love for him. His doctor may not be as worried as I am about him, but I wasn’t going to let that stand in the way. Not when I see him in so much pain, and the thought of him possibly having a serious medical problem…..I couldn’t just sit around for a month and wait, just to begin testing. So the next day (yesterday) I woke up, and I called all around the entire county, trying to find somewhere that could get him blood work done sooner. I came to the conclusion, that if you dont have insurance or a suitcase full of cash, they don’t give a fuck about you. I was getting very discouraged. So I called the clinic that had seen him, and asked to talk to the doctor. Turns out, the doctor did want him him have tests done ASAP, and it was the nurses fault for making the appointment so far in advance. Why is it that you have to do everyone else’s job to get things done anymore? So I took him in this morning to get the blood work done. Afterwards, the doctor pulled him aside and told him the test results would be back in about 3 days, and if the situation got ANY worse, to go to the ER. Great thing to hear from your doctor, right?

So we came home, and he went right to bed. I hate this. I hate worrying that I might lose my best friend. I hate knowing that even if they find out whats wrong, chances are he wont even be able to afford treatment. So its like waiting to hear bad news that cannot be fixed. Of course, I cant get worked up over what could possibly be nothing serious, but with endless possibilites, it’s just too much to take. Nothing seems important to me right now. Not until I know that he is going to be alright. We have both been working so hard for the last 2 years to meet our dreams of traveling the country, and having endless fun together, and now its like its all came crashing down on us. This isnt something that can just be put on the back burner, or ignored. Its not something that we can move away from, or even take care of for the time being.

So im left to wait. Wait to see where the cards fall. Left to see if my best-friend is going to be alright. I just hate this.

I probably wont be doing many posts on here, or on Twitter until I get a better understanding of whats going on.