That's what I've been up to for the past five days. It started out feeling like just a normal cold coming on but then suddenly I was drop-kicked in the throat with pain and agony! I refused to let people explain to me in detail, but apparently my throat was enormously swollen, bright as can be red and covered in blisters-o-fun. My guess is it looked like my throat was turned into a strawberry. Mmmm strawberries.
In any case, all of Thursday I was shut in a steamy bathroom trying not to sob too hard. Then on Friday I went to the doctor who gave me some pills I couldn't swallow, more steamy bathrooms and sobbing. Even our good friend Codine didn't put a damper on anything. Finally, after I threw up for the first time in ages (stomach acid + ravaged throat = horrible stinging pain, just so you know) my mum decided to take to me to the ER.
All the way there I was terrified I was going to vomit again, and for some reason we hadn't brought any sort of receptacle. But, we finally got there, my mum answered all the... preliminary(?) questions for me while I assumed fetal position in a chair somewhere. Finally we moved to a room which I christened by finally vomiting again the second we reached it. Luckily, we had a nifty little receptacle for just such an occasion on hand. After that they got an IV in me, mother of god THAT was fun, the thing hurt the whole time. They started pumping fluids into me, as well as a lovely dose of some pain-killer or another which worked beautifully for a while. The doctor was quite nice, as were all the nurses. As I tried not to drool on myself too much, my mum sorted things out and got me some top-notch liquid painkillers and the like. I think I spent saturday drugged out of my mind and having strange hallucinogenic dreams about really important eggs...
On Sunday I was feeling much better, didn't even need any painkillers, yet I was drinking tea like a normal person... well close enough. I also talked with Brent on Facebook, who's apparently been worried out of his mind about me. He also had a hallucinogenic stress-dream about me... but I think that was probably due, at least in part, to certain drugs he totally didn't take that weekend. .___. *cough* In any case it made me really happy to hear about him being concerned. I can't stop listening to the songs he showed me the other day, and I get all sentimental and stuff~ Hee.
And that brings us to today, with a saliva-covered, voiceless, very hungry and thirsty, me. But, despite all this, I'm really feeling quite a lot better. My mum think I might even be able to go to school tomorrow. Which I don't know about, simply because I don't know if I'll have the strength, what with my still completely liquid diet. (oh god what I would give right now to be able to chug a pitcher of ice cold water and then down an enormous bowl of steaming noodles HHHNNNNNNNG)
*later that day because I'm a loser and it takes me half a day to write a blog post*
I'm eating soup, with nooodles in it. Yaaaaaaaaay~ Also Kelsey and Brent stopped by before I had to go to a follow up doctor's appointment. It was super to see them both~ Brent gave me a song/poem he'd written, and it is really quite good. But he then informed me he was fasting because I couldn't eat. So I slapped him. Because it's that kind of hippie-dippie-romance bullshit that he does that pisses me off. If anything he should be out there eating those aforementioned giant bowls of noodles and trying to telepathically communicate to me their awesome deliciousness. Ugh. I've lost five pounds already from this stupid fluids diet and I don't really have much weight to lose. Him telling about missing me and thinking about me, that's nice, that's romantic, that makes me happy. Him denying himself food just because it hurts for me to swallow is pants on head status. I'm also fairly certain that goes against most of my personal ideologies, which uphold doing what you want to do because fuck letting others control your life. I just need to feel like he can live without me, because as of now I'm really not getting that. I'm not saying I'm unfaithful, or that I'm planning on dumping him, I just don't like the idea of being an essential part of someone's life. It's too much pressure for me to handle, because I doubt any one person will ever become the center of my existence, at least not at this point in my life.
In any case, I'm going to go try to get some more food down, take a shower and practice these new cartoon characters I've been drawing.
In any case, all of Thursday I was shut in a steamy bathroom trying not to sob too hard. Then on Friday I went to the doctor who gave me some pills I couldn't swallow, more steamy bathrooms and sobbing. Even our good friend Codine didn't put a damper on anything. Finally, after I threw up for the first time in ages (stomach acid + ravaged throat = horrible stinging pain, just so you know) my mum decided to take to me to the ER.
All the way there I was terrified I was going to vomit again, and for some reason we hadn't brought any sort of receptacle. But, we finally got there, my mum answered all the... preliminary(?) questions for me while I assumed fetal position in a chair somewhere. Finally we moved to a room which I christened by finally vomiting again the second we reached it. Luckily, we had a nifty little receptacle for just such an occasion on hand. After that they got an IV in me, mother of god THAT was fun, the thing hurt the whole time. They started pumping fluids into me, as well as a lovely dose of some pain-killer or another which worked beautifully for a while. The doctor was quite nice, as were all the nurses. As I tried not to drool on myself too much, my mum sorted things out and got me some top-notch liquid painkillers and the like. I think I spent saturday drugged out of my mind and having strange hallucinogenic dreams about really important eggs...
On Sunday I was feeling much better, didn't even need any painkillers, yet I was drinking tea like a normal person... well close enough. I also talked with Brent on Facebook, who's apparently been worried out of his mind about me. He also had a hallucinogenic stress-dream about me... but I think that was probably due, at least in part, to certain drugs he totally didn't take that weekend. .___. *cough* In any case it made me really happy to hear about him being concerned. I can't stop listening to the songs he showed me the other day, and I get all sentimental and stuff~ Hee.
And that brings us to today, with a saliva-covered, voiceless, very hungry and thirsty, me. But, despite all this, I'm really feeling quite a lot better. My mum think I might even be able to go to school tomorrow. Which I don't know about, simply because I don't know if I'll have the strength, what with my still completely liquid diet. (oh god what I would give right now to be able to chug a pitcher of ice cold water and then down an enormous bowl of steaming noodles HHHNNNNNNNG)
*later that day because I'm a loser and it takes me half a day to write a blog post*
I'm eating soup, with nooodles in it. Yaaaaaaaaay~ Also Kelsey and Brent stopped by before I had to go to a follow up doctor's appointment. It was super to see them both~ Brent gave me a song/poem he'd written, and it is really quite good. But he then informed me he was fasting because I couldn't eat. So I slapped him. Because it's that kind of hippie-dippie-romance bullshit that he does that pisses me off. If anything he should be out there eating those aforementioned giant bowls of noodles and trying to telepathically communicate to me their awesome deliciousness. Ugh. I've lost five pounds already from this stupid fluids diet and I don't really have much weight to lose. Him telling about missing me and thinking about me, that's nice, that's romantic, that makes me happy. Him denying himself food just because it hurts for me to swallow is pants on head status. I'm also fairly certain that goes against most of my personal ideologies, which uphold doing what you want to do because fuck letting others control your life. I just need to feel like he can live without me, because as of now I'm really not getting that. I'm not saying I'm unfaithful, or that I'm planning on dumping him, I just don't like the idea of being an essential part of someone's life. It's too much pressure for me to handle, because I doubt any one person will ever become the center of my existence, at least not at this point in my life.
In any case, I'm going to go try to get some more food down, take a shower and practice these new cartoon characters I've been drawing.
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