the best, even if it did mean that her condition got worse.
Mia was the kind of woman who never put very much effort into her appearance (the days of having to be dressed up and made up perfectly every time she left the house because someone might want pictures of Senator Hatcher's daughter were gone, thank goodness), and she made herself look good by her standards and her standards alone.
There were very few things in her life that she had direct control over for so long that it made her almost anal about controlling the things she could. She worked for herself, technically, so she wouldn't have to answer to a boss. She lived on her own so she wouldn't have to deal with roommates, and she went where she wanted, when she wanted, with the exception of when her body wasn't under her control.
If she thought too long about it, it started to get scary. After all, she had no idea what she was doing when she was asleep and losing time. She assumed that she was asleep, but then, she never felt rested afterwards and her head ached for hours later.
For all Mia knew, she was robbing banks or leading some double life.
All the more reasons why she needed to find out what was going on sooner rather than later. Putting it off for as long as she had already was doing nothing but making things worse, most likely.
The next day, she had her appointment with the first doctor. She had a general practitioner that she went to for physicals and check ups, but for some reason she didn't want to go to him with this.
She wanted to start clean with a new doctor who didn't know her and wouldn't have any preconceived notions about her.
For some reason, she wanted to look nice for this, so she got dressed in a nice sweater and dark jeans, spending some time brushing her hair and putting on light makeup. Plenty of people had told her that she was attractive (not a beauty queen like her mother, but she would do). Mia was a Hatcher through and through with the bright green eyes that came from her father's side of the family as well as the strong nose and full cheeks. Her hair was almost black, it was so dark brown, and it was thick and shiny, falling in a curtain down her back, almost to her waist.
Even though her mother had hounded her about getting contacts for years ("Why would you hide those lovely eyes behind glasses ?"), she mostly kept wearing her glasses, liking the way they made her face look.
She was average height and curvy, which Cassie said made her even hotter than her mother who was model thin and could wear a size zero. Mia had no opinion on it, really. She'd been on a few dates before, but with a secret like hers, there was no way she could really get close to anyone. How would she even explain what happened to her every other day just about?
Shaking her head, Mia grabbed her purse and the list of symptoms she had written down the night before. Maybe it would be good to be able to explain exactly what was going on.
"We'll have to wait for some results from the lab, Ms. Hatcher," Dr. Chung said. "But I don't think we're going to find anything that would explain your.... situation."
Somehow, Mia wasn't surprised. "Oh," she said. "Alright."
"You're perfectly healthy from what I can see. The only think I could think that would cause something like you describe is a psychological issue. As I said, we're still waiting for some scans and tests to come back, but." He shrugged.
Mia tried very hard not to slump in her seat. It was a little silly how hard she had been hoping that it would be a medical condition. Something she could treat with medicine or something and then be done with.
But of course it was all in her head. Of course it had to stem back to years of being ignored or overly doted on and her relationship with her mother.
"May I suggest making an appointment with the in house psychologist?"
Mia shook her head. "I've already got an appointment with one. I made two, just to cover all the bases."
Dr. Chung smiled.
Mia was the kind of woman who never put very much effort into her appearance (the days of having to be dressed up and made up perfectly every time she left the house because someone might want pictures of Senator Hatcher's daughter were gone, thank goodness), and she made herself look good by her standards and her standards alone.
There were very few things in her life that she had direct control over for so long that it made her almost anal about controlling the things she could. She worked for herself, technically, so she wouldn't have to answer to a boss. She lived on her own so she wouldn't have to deal with roommates, and she went where she wanted, when she wanted, with the exception of when her body wasn't under her control.
If she thought too long about it, it started to get scary. After all, she had no idea what she was doing when she was asleep and losing time. She assumed that she was asleep, but then, she never felt rested afterwards and her head ached for hours later.
For all Mia knew, she was robbing banks or leading some double life.
All the more reasons why she needed to find out what was going on sooner rather than later. Putting it off for as long as she had already was doing nothing but making things worse, most likely.
The next day, she had her appointment with the first doctor. She had a general practitioner that she went to for physicals and check ups, but for some reason she didn't want to go to him with this.
She wanted to start clean with a new doctor who didn't know her and wouldn't have any preconceived notions about her.
For some reason, she wanted to look nice for this, so she got dressed in a nice sweater and dark jeans, spending some time brushing her hair and putting on light makeup. Plenty of people had told her that she was attractive (not a beauty queen like her mother, but she would do). Mia was a Hatcher through and through with the bright green eyes that came from her father's side of the family as well as the strong nose and full cheeks. Her hair was almost black, it was so dark brown, and it was thick and shiny, falling in a curtain down her back, almost to her waist.
Even though her mother had hounded her about getting contacts for years ("Why would you hide those lovely eyes behind glasses ?"), she mostly kept wearing her glasses, liking the way they made her face look.
She was average height and curvy, which Cassie said made her even hotter than her mother who was model thin and could wear a size zero. Mia had no opinion on it, really. She'd been on a few dates before, but with a secret like hers, there was no way she could really get close to anyone. How would she even explain what happened to her every other day just about?
Shaking her head, Mia grabbed her purse and the list of symptoms she had written down the night before. Maybe it would be good to be able to explain exactly what was going on.
"We'll have to wait for some results from the lab, Ms. Hatcher," Dr. Chung said. "But I don't think we're going to find anything that would explain your.... situation."
Somehow, Mia wasn't surprised. "Oh," she said. "Alright."
"You're perfectly healthy from what I can see. The only think I could think that would cause something like you describe is a psychological issue. As I said, we're still waiting for some scans and tests to come back, but." He shrugged.
Mia tried very hard not to slump in her seat. It was a little silly how hard she had been hoping that it would be a medical condition. Something she could treat with medicine or something and then be done with.
But of course it was all in her head. Of course it had to stem back to years of being ignored or overly doted on and her relationship with her mother.
"May I suggest making an appointment with the in house psychologist?"
Mia shook her head. "I've already got an appointment with one. I made two, just to cover all the bases."
Dr. Chung smiled.
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