2004-04-06 It's just too real
My strep turned into SCARLET FEVER. That's right, we're now living in the 1800's. I woke up this morning with a huge rash across my face, neck, and chest, flipped the fuck out, tried to call my doctor (but the lines were busy), got ahold of my mom, who assured me that, yeah, that happens when strep goes untreated for too long -- it's normal, it used to happen to Ruth all the time, but it should go away since you just started antibiotics, but go back to the doctor if it's not gone tomorrow. And oh, by the way, that's actually Scarlet Fever.
It's kind of funny, but maybe only because I'm on painkillers (still). I've been going around, telling everybody that I have Scarlet Fever. It's fucking funny. Ridiculous, terrible, and funny.
I have Homework (capital H) to do for French, some catching-up type stuff because I missed class on Friday to go to the doctor, and missed the second half of Monday's class to return to the doctor. The teacher's really understanding, though, and I think he has kids, so he probably appreciates me not going to class. Nonetheless, I got to do this and get it in and bleeblahblee.
It'll be hard because my brain's several shades of fuzzy. But it'll at least get done with a little note saying "Thankyouthankyouthankyou for being so understanding, I'm on über-medication now so I'd damn well better get well here soon."
I don't feel BETTER, but I certainly don't feel WORSE.
Woah, pain meds kickin' in...
I'm always afraid I'm gonna drool on myself.
Well. If I do, I do.
Errrrgh, crap. Homework.
7.46pm
