What is the disease that causes you to nod your head

What is the disease that causes you to nod your head

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Narcolepsy can cause you to nod off to sleep at inappropriate times; opioid abuse can cause stupor in which people may nod. ChaCha!

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Q: The hospitals were pandemonium these days and as I sat on the plastic upright seat in the waiting area I could witness the staff running crazily with paper masks glued to their faces, needles in hand, ready to inject at any time. I too had a mask upon my face and I assembled myself as far back into the chair as possible, careful not to touch anyone. The coughing filled the room and the incredible heat in which the air conditioners were blowing caused me to perspire and stick to the plastic. I looked to my left and saw a woman huddled in her chair. Her face was predominantly white but with a tinge of blue and her unfocussed eyes rolled around in their sockets as she racked her body with bloody coughs that stained her white tissue crimson. I was hardly sickened by this sight anymore. I saw it every day and had witnessed its quick hold over my parents as they were immediately entangled by the deadly infectious disease. There was no time for them, too quickly gone to say goodbye or prepare me for a life on my own in a dying world. I should’ve felt emotion; I wanted and needed to feel emotion but the high dose medication numbed my senses and muddled my thoughts, leaving me in a constant daze with no clear concept of time, space and character. “Gigi Woods,” announced the rough voice of a matronly nurse, calling from a white clipboard in front of the dying, lined up in a groveling mess.I stood up and made my way across the white linoleum to the disapproving glance of the nurse. “This way,” she griped and hurried off down one of the hallways.Beds were a rare commodity these days and so the sick were left to fester in the open corridors, either lying on gurneys or chairs pushed together. The unlucky ones would have to deal with a blanket on the floor. I stepped over spread legs and personal belongings, trying to drown out the sound of the moaning and aching, the desperate cries for help and more morphine. The nurse ignored their pleas and outstretched hands as she pushed on through the chaos to an open door.I stepped in and saw a large window in front of me with an aluminum table behind and a solitary light hanging over the table, highlighting the covered figures of two people. A man was behind there as well and was dressed in scrubs with a mask and protective glasses. The woman nodded her head and he removed the blankets from each person, pulling them down to their necks. I was neither shocked nor upset, disgusted didn’t even come into my thoughts. The woman looked at me and asked the question. “Are these your parents?”I took a step closer to the two way mirror. “Yes,” I whispered through my mask which was beginning to stick to my face in a claustrophobic way.The woman motioned behind me and the blankets were once again pulled over, silencing them forever. “My condolences to you,” she said before turning out of the room and leaving me to watch as the man turned off the light so that I was left looking at my own reflection.I didn’t stay long, there was no need. They were dead and I would soon follow, so I left the hospital in a calmed state to walk back to my empty apartment.I’m only eighteen so I don’t expect it to be miraculous, but what are your thoughts?Is there potential?

A: I actually thought it was quite good. Be sure you run a spell check – there were a few words.Honestly, it’s great. You have a lot of potential, and I really want to know the rest of this story.Just a few things:1) I didn’t stay long, there was no need. That’s a run-on. Separate your sentences with periods or semi-colons, not commas. Not a big deal, but is a style issue.2)“Yes,” I whispered through my mask which was beginning to stick to my face in a claustrophobic way.Masks are not claustrophobic – people are. You could say the mask was making you claustrophobic. Just read through when you’re proofing for things like this that are a really good concept, but may not be worded exactly.If you ever need any critique, please feel free to message me.