3 posts tagged “illness”
Don't you dare act up on me in the next two weeks. I realize, Body, that you have been especially gracious (especially after this past summer's bout with mono) in remaining well while every other person I knew, even the normally healthy boyfriend, fell victim to some bug or another during the winter months. I realize how exceptionally kind it was of you to give me this winter off--you refused to succumb to any 72-, 48-, or even 24-hour cold. But Body, you must understand that the next two weeks are going to be some of the most important in my life thus far. You need to know that whatever you want to throw at me after April 17th, I will accept, but before then, I cannot deal with any form of illness. I'm telling you this in the hopes that you will speak to Tonsils, who are beginning to do that funny but disgusting thing they did when I had mono. I realize how unlikely it is to get mono twice--although the recent pain in my abdomen isn't doing much to quell my fears--but if you could just have a word with Tonsils. Warn them gently at first, but if they continue to act up, please assure them that I will not hesitate to find a doctor to tear those bad boys out (I hear the rule is having tonsillitis five times in a year = tonsillectomy; I've had it only three times, but I can swing something). If they don't believe you, advise that they speak with Retinal Tears. Those bitches never saw it coming.
Sincerely,
Joie, the more abstract counterpart to your physical existence
About two to three weeks ago, as you might remember, I came down with some form of illness. My doctor bestowed upon me some Lovely Pillz, and eventually I started feeling better--although for whatever reason, I kept getting a fever at nighttime for several days after being on the pills. Life has been fabulous since then! ...Except that I woke up Thursday with difficulty swallowing again, and quickly realized that I was about to start having the exact same whatever-illness-I-had again. Anxious to prevent this from making me feel like utter crap again, I called my mom, who was nice enough to have my doctor call in a (stronger) prescription, then bring it up to me that night.
That was Thursday. I have been on antibiotics for three days, and yet... I seem to be getting worse, if anything. I mean, prepare yourself for TMI, but... By the looks of it, you would think something was colonizing my freakin' tonsils. It's like a whole new ecosystem going on in there. And up until today I've felt fine besides the extreme annoyance of a swollen, painful throat... But of course now I find myself getting those you're-gonna-have-a-fever-soon headaches and feeling exhausted. I'm going to have to miss work tomorrow afternoon (for the second time in three weeks--no bueno) to go to a doctor's appointment, and today I had to skip out on my church-singing gig because I didn't want my throat to explode.
I am becoming most aggravated by this. Because this next week is supposed to be delightful, and full of pigging out and cuddling and all the good things that come with a visit from ye olde boyfriende. But if I am unable to swallow comfortably, and if I am cranky beyond reason due to general ickiness, I will not be able to enjoy these things. And then, frankly, I'll be tempted to perform a DIY tonsillectomy, and that's not going to be good for anyone. (Especially me.)
So now I've whined, I've consumed some delicious and not-painful-to-eat pudding, and I think I shall take a nap, expecting to magically wake up with a happy throat and all my piano pieces memorized.
Summer classes are obnoxious. Even if you enjoy the class... Crikey. Tomorrow marks the 4-week point, meaning one week of classes left. Tomorrow is also my THIRD exam of the week, to be followed by two finals next Friday. I feel mostly secure in Psychology; Sociology is a little more wobbly, but we'll see.
Making matters more delightful, I have managed to become sick. In summer. ...Which is annoying. (Can you tell I'm whiny?) I saw my doctor yesterday and received some Magical Pillz, which had me feeling healthy and surprisingly energetic all morning/afternoon. And now it's evening, and I've put off studying for my test, and whee! The fever is creeping back up, and I'm starting to feel pretty pooped.
Furthermore, something--be it stress, too much thinking, or any one of the myriad of pills I'm on--is making me freakishly emotional. It is most girly (girlie?) and uncool of me, and I am not amused.
In spite of this whine-fest, things are going pretty durn well, as they say. Although I'm frustrated to still be in summer classes, I'm ecstatic that I'll be done in a week. At last I shall be able to start my frantic Harry Potter re-read session! (Sadly, I've temporarily given up on Einstein: His Life and Universe. Not because it was bad; I really was enjoying it. But after all my classes, I need a bit o' fluffiness to read, and good ol' Al was just not providing it. Some other time, big guy, I promise.) Furthermore, in a mere [somewhat less than] three weeks, I shall have my boyfriend in Alabama! Good times, I declare.
And now I suppose I should end this, since my sole reason for posting was procrastination (I really wish there was an adjective form of "procrastinate"--"procrastinatory"? "Procrastinous"? "Procrastinacious"?)
...since my reasons for posting were strictly procrastinacious in nature.
