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I'm in Connecticut.
Just to go to the doctor tomorrow morning.
My mother whisked me away when the Emerson College Health & Wellness Center provided none of what their name suggests. Those nurses are just a bunch of dumbfucks who communicate room to room using AIM (complete with twinkling noises when receiving or sending an instant message), rather than using their feet to walk down the hall.
The lady told me to "gargle. We try not to just give out antibiotics."
Look, bitch. I have a pair of testicles in my throat that are so painful I'm AFRAID TO SWALLOW.
It's a possibility I have either mono (which would explain the fatigue, lack of motivation, stress, moodiness) or strep, neither of which I'd really like to have to deal with.
I'm anxious to find out what I'm afflicted with.
I'm anxious for tomorrow because it marks a significant fork in the road.
I have committed wrong, I have repented, I can't live my life in deadlock.
Just to go to the doctor tomorrow morning.
My mother whisked me away when the Emerson College Health & Wellness Center provided none of what their name suggests. Those nurses are just a bunch of dumbfucks who communicate room to room using AIM (complete with twinkling noises when receiving or sending an instant message), rather than using their feet to walk down the hall.
The lady told me to "gargle. We try not to just give out antibiotics."
Look, bitch. I have a pair of testicles in my throat that are so painful I'm AFRAID TO SWALLOW.
It's a possibility I have either mono (which would explain the fatigue, lack of motivation, stress, moodiness) or strep, neither of which I'd really like to have to deal with.
I'm anxious to find out what I'm afflicted with.
I'm anxious for tomorrow because it marks a significant fork in the road.
I have committed wrong, I have repented, I can't live my life in deadlock.