Diagnosis Scoliosis.

After waiting for an hour at the clinic, the nurising asisstant finally called my name.

"Mia," she called out.
"Its Maia, thanks," I said to myself.

After coming in here since the 8th grade, she still couldn't get my name right. I waited in the doctor's office to be checked. My dad and brother were with me. As if an hour just wasn't enough, I had to wait an extra 30 minutes. How wonderful. Finally, it was my turn. The doctor walked in with my x-rays in hand. He took them out of the huge folder-envelope thing and examined it.

"Well," he began to say.
"Your spine seems to have deviated to the left. It deviates in two places; on the slower back by 20 degrees and up here a little more by 21 degrees."

Note to self: look up deviated.

"So, yes, you have Scoliosis. Now, how old are you," he continued on to say.
"I'm turning 17," I said.
"Well, that means you've about reached your permanent height. You probably won't grow anymore, which is a good thing."

Thank you for also confirming that I'll be this short forever, doc.

"How is it a good thing," I asked, almost sarcastically.
"Its a good thing because if you grew any more, your spine could deviate even more. Then, you'd need srugery."
"Oh. I see."
"Now, since you aren't growing, I don't see how it will get worse. You might have to see a Chiorpractor though. Get some physical therapy to see if we can straighten it a little. Now, do you carry anything heavy on your shoulders?"
"What?"

I had to think about that for a second.

"Uhm... no," I hesitated.

Well, that last thing the doctor said got me thinking. I'm the type of person that keeps to herself. With most of my problems, I don't always vent them out like I should. The things I'd feel guilty doing, I don't say... everything. I honestly do sugarcoat about 89% of whatever I tell most people-- I tell the complete truth to three people. Anyways, the 89% of the sugarcoated things I say I don't easily let go. I carry them with me... on my shoulders. Like Atlas who carried the world on his shoulders as punishment. I found it interesting I was diagnosed with something that involved carrying heavy things. Though in my case, it was figuritively speaking.

Just wanted to share that with you guys.