I actually kind of really dislike being sick. I'm generally the kind of person that doesn't get sick often, but when I do, boy do I manage to take the cake.
About a week ago, I contracted some kind of weird bug. I got achy in the joints and muscles, felt cold all of the time, slightly lethargic. Oh, and I lost all will, desire, and appetite, to eat and drink. The kind of sick where you just want to curl up in bed and die. After about two days, I dropped the flu-esque illness to have a new development: the right side of my throat hurt. This made swallowing difficult, naturally. I didn't think anything of it, though, because the flu thing from before, if it was a flu, and a virus, going to the doctor would not help anything. You kind of just have to let the virus run it's course. Cursed protein-encased agent!
So, I've been dealing with this for a while. And I was fine. In fact, I -feel- fine, aside from the fact that it hurts to swallow and I still lack the desire to eat. Well, today I had a new, new development in this week-long struggle to become healthy again: I can cough up blood. So my "let's just wait it out a bit longer" plan turned into "hey mom, I'm kind of coughing up blood." So, cause to worry? Perhaps. And my mom, who tends to freak out when I come down with an ailment, rushed me to the ER because we don't have a doctor here in Florida yet, and it was Sunday. -- The whole coughing up blood thing was actually kind of neat. It made for some great grossshit pictures. I'm into that stuff, too. I kind of always wanted to know what it was like to cough up blood and I finally got to know. Slightly painful, but it looks so cool.
After about an hour at the doctor, and signing my own papers because I'm legally an adult, I landed myself the diagnosis of acute pharyngitis. Doesn't sound very "cute". Bad pun, I know. So now I'm just waiting for the penicillin to kick in and fight off this infection in my throat. I'm pretty sure I've stopped bleeding, which is probably a good sign. Eh...scratch that. Definitely a good sign.
And I suppose I've learned a good lesson: people worry when you post a facebook status about spitting up blood. That was probably the most response I've ever gotten on a status. I didn't realize I gave anyone cause to alarm.
In other news, I leave in eight days. That's crazy. Summer is dwindling, and I can't believe I'm almost a college student. I can't wait until orientation, but part of me is afraid to leave my mom on her own. It's weird, but I've kind of been her rock to lean on. I've always been there for her, and she won't have me. But we both need this. And I'm ready to take this leap into adulthood.
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