I feel hideous.
Yes, I have been sick for over a week. To the point where I nearly took myself to the ER, except I was talked out of it by mom and “Ask-A-Nurse” hotline. Apparently there’s not much they could do, except perhaps give me an IV with fluids and try to keep the fever down.
I went to urgent care last Sunday and got antibiotics, and instructions to use Tylenol as a fever reducer. However, Wednesday I still had not improved at all, so I went to my real doctor, at the urging of my dad. He told me I was on the right track with the antibiotic, but he took mercy on me and gave me Vicoden. So although the fever is still going strong, my throat is nearly swollen shut, and my eyes are glassy, I don’t care because the Vicoden makes me loopy.
The doctor told me if I don’t feel better by this Sunday, I should have him paged. Great.
Anyway, the result of this, combined with last month’s sinus infection, I have been forced to drop my classes for the semester. Yes, that’s about 7 weeks down the drain, along with a couple thousand bucks. I’d be a lot more sad about it…
… but I’m strangely at ease with it.
Thank you, Vicoden.