When Lazy bites back

It had been a little while since my last doctors visit but I honestly just forgot one was even coming up. I was so worked up about college I didn't even think about what was most important. So when mom announced the news I was pretty taken back and flustered. I had done no exercise for the past 3 months and I knew it. I felt no different then usual but one thing I learned is just because my body doesn't feel different, doesn't mean it isn't. Truth was I was a lazy sack of peanuts when it came to motivation and exercise. The only thing I really enjoyed doing physically was walking. I'm not going to make excuses for myself but it has been 110 degrees out (literally) for a solid 4 months and when it's hot, I'm grumpy.

I was now in a panic realizing that I was too late and was furious with myself for letting stupid things get in the way of something so important.
I was pretty down the morning of, and felt like I was walking into bad news before I even walked into the building.
As I went into the PFT testing room I tried to be optimistic. I chatted with the woman that usually ran the PFT test for a while and expressed my concerns. She usually helped calm my nerves.
After the test I saw the result on the computer screen. I was down 9%.
9%.......It hit me like a rock and I started to panic. The only word I remember thinking was "oh shit."  

Dr. Gong came in, in a good mood but he hadn't seen my numbers yet. He was in a good mood and I was not, ironic right? When he saw my face he knew something was up and I could tell he felt bad.
I was luckily put on an oral antibiotic to see if that would help and was sent on my way. I didn't speak in the car, just thought about things. My life was a gift and I was abusing it with not doing my job. Now I had to work my ass off again or I knew what news would be next, and I was NOT ok with "next."