FML
So my voice has been coming and going for close to a month now, but this Thursday my tonsils started acting up. This is nothing new, my tonsils have always been abnormally massive and prone to getting sore, but usually the soreness only lasts for about a day. HOWEVER on Thursday they got bad and they weren't better by Friday. And then my gums got swollen. And then I got canker sores like, all over my tongue.
So I hate going to the doctor because (a) ew, doctors, and (b) I don't have insurance. But I went to the walk-in clinic on Saturday and besides the horrifying mass of coughing and sniffling and crying children that was the waiting room it wasn't that bad. The doctor was this really cute, tiny black lady who was the only staff person that actually looked me in the eye. She was very friendly even though she had to poke around inside my horrible mouth. She gave me penicillin and this mouth-rinse stuff that doesn't work for shit. I'm really hoping the antibiotic will kick in, soon, 'cause it feels like it's just getting worse.
Anyway. Dad maybe tried to kill me. He didn't read the pill bottle and instead of giving me two amoxicillins he gave me two vicodins, and I'd already tried to knock myself out with vicodin, which is why I was out of it enough not to notice the wrongness of the pills. Anyway. That was at 8 this morning and I just woke up an hour ago.
I could swallow while the fuzz was still on me, though, so I quickly (re: took me like half-an-hour) ate a jello cup while I could.
I've lost like 7 pounds since Thursday. If I wasn't such a fatass this would be worrisome.
So I hate going to the doctor because (a) ew, doctors, and (b) I don't have insurance. But I went to the walk-in clinic on Saturday and besides the horrifying mass of coughing and sniffling and crying children that was the waiting room it wasn't that bad. The doctor was this really cute, tiny black lady who was the only staff person that actually looked me in the eye. She was very friendly even though she had to poke around inside my horrible mouth. She gave me penicillin and this mouth-rinse stuff that doesn't work for shit. I'm really hoping the antibiotic will kick in, soon, 'cause it feels like it's just getting worse.
Anyway. Dad maybe tried to kill me. He didn't read the pill bottle and instead of giving me two amoxicillins he gave me two vicodins, and I'd already tried to knock myself out with vicodin, which is why I was out of it enough not to notice the wrongness of the pills. Anyway. That was at 8 this morning and I just woke up an hour ago.
I could swallow while the fuzz was still on me, though, so I quickly (re: took me like half-an-hour) ate a jello cup while I could.
I've lost like 7 pounds since Thursday. If I wasn't such a fatass this would be worrisome.