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I am Mark Lee, this is how my career came to an alarming halt. We were filming for our new music video and felt like the world was spinning way faster than it should. That’s when everything went black, that’s when everything went wrong. Who knew it would be me, but why was it me?
I started trembling after this sentence, “You have Exhaustion Syndrome.” What would happen to my career, myself and my group? Would everything change, because of me? Am I done for, am I doomed? I opened my mouth to say something, but all I heard was ringing in my ears.
All these thoughts went through my head, like memorized rap lines. “Mark Lee, do you remember anything prior to your visit?” the nurse asked. Again I tried to speak, but I was muted. I shook my head, and she wrote down notes. “Where am I?” I finally managed for say. “Your friends took you in after you collapsed while filming.” My eyes widened and I felt a sense of anxiety.
“Your activities is what leads up to your syndrome, because of your hard working schedule, you barely have time for rest. Because you rarely rest, your body has developed a condition, that is triggered by extreme stress, and little or no rest,” the nurse said. “You’re going to have to stay overnight, take some medication, and we’ll run tests, to make sure it’s just Exhaustion Syndrome.”
I couldn’t go to sleep that night, I could only think of not being able to practice and perform. ‘Would SM terminate my contract if I won’t be able to do anything?’ I thought in my head. ‘I don’t think so.’ I tried to close my eyes, but when I drifted off to sleep, my head started to hurt. I rushed to the bathroom, I felt really sick, it must have been the damn medication.
I kept throwing up like I had salmonella. My strength drained from my body, and I couldn’t get back up. The next thing I could remember is hitting my head on the wall and blacking out. I suppose this was the end of my career, hell maybe even my life. Curse this damn syndrome for giving me so much pain.