Today was finally the day that I would see Dr. Right about the condition that I've been suffering from. I was both very excited to have this over with, but at the same time terrified if it was something that couldn't be cured. My suspicions were confirmed when he diagnosed me with Narcolepsy. I don't understand why God would allow this to happen to me. I've gone through my life without sin, yet I had still been punished.

After my appointment, I went into my workplace to let my boss know of the diagnosis. The Pizzeria was just as noisy and erratic as I had left it the day earlier. I made my way to the manager's office and informed him of what I was going through. After our talk, he told me gravely that I could have 3 weeks off with pay. He said that it was "for me to get used to it from now on". I could tell that he felt bad for me. I thanked him for the time off, and left.

I then went to visit Jeremy's Family. Jeremy himself was doing even better than when I last saw him. He still had his bandages covering his head and eyes, but I could see a faint smile form on the edges of his mouth whenever I walked into the room that he was residing in. Martha said that he had begun speaking again, albeit slowly and rigid. Me and Jeremy were able to go outside and talk about how we were both doing. When I brought up that I had Narcolepsy, his smile vanished in an instant. The mood started to become somber afterwards, so we decided to leave it at that. I gave Martha some money to help with their payments and headed home.