The Exam

I want this examination. I need to know. Before its too late.

Recently, I've wondered if I'm becoming a tree. I know it sounds absurd.
But my limbs feel wooden, heavy and hurting. My bones crunch, fluid as sap. My spine splits, stabbing, aching. My chest hurts, constricting too tight. When I close my eyes, I see a field of green light. And at night, I have odd dreams; of skin becoming bark, of shoots sprouting from my skull, of twigs replacing fingers.

I need to know if I'm becoming a tree. I think it's starting, or will be soon.