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Some of you may know this already, but some may not: I've had a cough for the last few days. One of those rager coughs that makes you sure that a lung is going to appear on your floor at any moment. Cough syruped my way through the last few days, then dragged my lazy ass to the clinic today. I was running a slight fever (99.6), but the nurse didn't hear any lung congestion, and neither did the doctor, so I was pronounced pneumonia-free. I do, however, have a raging cold. Sneezing, coughing, post-nasal disgustingness, the whole nine yards.
So, in the grand tradition of college health clinics everywhere, they gave me 3 separate drugs to take. Remembering all I've heard over the last how many years about drug interaction being possibly fatal, I made a nuisance of myself by asking about 3 times if it was safe to take these particular drugs together. Thankfully, the nurse and doctor answered me without thinking I was batshit insane (or else they put it up to the congestion fucking up my brainz), and said that yes, the drugs were perfectly safe to take together if taken properly. They also recommended that I get myself some juice STAT and stay home from class, which I'd already been doing this week, but hey, now I have the doctor's backing of my self-diagnosis. Score one for me.
I proceeded to waddle down to Rite Aid (because for some reason, when I get sick, my normal walk turns into something between a duck waddle and a penguin waddle...I've never quite figured out why) and get juice, where I was joined by pretty much everyone who had been in the clinic waiting room with me. Guess this thing's going around. While in the magazine/book section where all the trashy romantic paperbacks are, I had a coughing fit right in front of the copies of Twilight and New Moon. It was an accident...at least until a group of a couple guys and girls joined me who thought I'd done it on purpose. We gleefully hacked and wheezed in the general direction of the literary garbage for a couple of minutes before high-fiving and going our separate ways. I know it was wrong to do, but Rite Aid at that point was pretty much a cesspool of coughing hacking sneezing 20somethings, so everything in the store was probably infected with cold germs anyways. We're sick, sickies have very little amusement outside the house, and I know that when I'M sick, my bitchyness quotient usually skyrockets, so...uh...don't judge? XD Better yet, judge, but be understanding. College kids are crazed enough normally; sick college kids are batshit.
Anyways, I made it home all right. This was one of the many times I hated living on the third floor of the building, because I was carrying a bag of bottles up the stairs, with no ability to hang onto the railing. However, I made it up the stairs without injuring myself, popped the bottles in the fridge as soon as I got in, then sat down and studied the instructions for my meds. Once I got those sorted out, I took the pills with a tall glass of orange juice (and pretended I was having a screwdriver and not taking pills...Happy St. Patrick's Day! XD), putzed about on the internet for a bit, then passed out asleep.
The good news is the meds appear to be working! Hopefully these take care of my sick. The bad news is I can't go to my grandparents' house on Saturday for Grandpa's birthday. I don't want to infect them, because they're elderly, but I'm also kinda pissed that I'll be missing it. I mean, Grandpa's turning 84, and sadly, we don't know how many birthdays he'll have past this one, so I hate to miss it.
Eh, shit happens. I'm gonna have another glass of orange juice and pretend it's a screwdriver. Happy St. Patrick's Day! Oh...and if any of you see a lung lying around, could you please return it? I'm pretty sure I've hacked mine up somewhere. XD
So, in the grand tradition of college health clinics everywhere, they gave me 3 separate drugs to take. Remembering all I've heard over the last how many years about drug interaction being possibly fatal, I made a nuisance of myself by asking about 3 times if it was safe to take these particular drugs together. Thankfully, the nurse and doctor answered me without thinking I was batshit insane (or else they put it up to the congestion fucking up my brainz), and said that yes, the drugs were perfectly safe to take together if taken properly. They also recommended that I get myself some juice STAT and stay home from class, which I'd already been doing this week, but hey, now I have the doctor's backing of my self-diagnosis. Score one for me.
I proceeded to waddle down to Rite Aid (because for some reason, when I get sick, my normal walk turns into something between a duck waddle and a penguin waddle...I've never quite figured out why) and get juice, where I was joined by pretty much everyone who had been in the clinic waiting room with me. Guess this thing's going around. While in the magazine/book section where all the trashy romantic paperbacks are, I had a coughing fit right in front of the copies of Twilight and New Moon. It was an accident...at least until a group of a couple guys and girls joined me who thought I'd done it on purpose. We gleefully hacked and wheezed in the general direction of the literary garbage for a couple of minutes before high-fiving and going our separate ways. I know it was wrong to do, but Rite Aid at that point was pretty much a cesspool of coughing hacking sneezing 20somethings, so everything in the store was probably infected with cold germs anyways. We're sick, sickies have very little amusement outside the house, and I know that when I'M sick, my bitchyness quotient usually skyrockets, so...uh...don't judge? XD Better yet, judge, but be understanding. College kids are crazed enough normally; sick college kids are batshit.
Anyways, I made it home all right. This was one of the many times I hated living on the third floor of the building, because I was carrying a bag of bottles up the stairs, with no ability to hang onto the railing. However, I made it up the stairs without injuring myself, popped the bottles in the fridge as soon as I got in, then sat down and studied the instructions for my meds. Once I got those sorted out, I took the pills with a tall glass of orange juice (and pretended I was having a screwdriver and not taking pills...Happy St. Patrick's Day! XD), putzed about on the internet for a bit, then passed out asleep.
The good news is the meds appear to be working! Hopefully these take care of my sick. The bad news is I can't go to my grandparents' house on Saturday for Grandpa's birthday. I don't want to infect them, because they're elderly, but I'm also kinda pissed that I'll be missing it. I mean, Grandpa's turning 84, and sadly, we don't know how many birthdays he'll have past this one, so I hate to miss it.
Eh, shit happens. I'm gonna have another glass of orange juice and pretend it's a screwdriver. Happy St. Patrick's Day! Oh...and if any of you see a lung lying around, could you please return it? I'm pretty sure I've hacked mine up somewhere. XD