Nothing Really
Bronchitis has been rough. Coughing, feeling like my lungs are going to come up through my throat...ugh. Getting over bronchitis is awesome. I just hope that this Maryland weather doesn't fuck me up into pneumonia like it did two years ago. I've been coughing less the past day or so, and I'm assuming that the antibiotics are doing their job and getting this shit out of my system.
I'm going to another doctor tomorrow. I'm not really worried, because I think it's just this one drug that's messing with my body and I'm getting off of it next month. Hopefully I'll also get the benefit of losing 40 pounds when I do so. But yes, my body is doing something I don't like, so I'm going to the doctor to see what's up. I believe I'm too young for it to be what my mother thinks it is, so hopefully I'm right. Either way, I'm getting off the Depo and on something else. I'm fucking sick of it.
Funny thing is, with all this other stuff going on, I have yet to make the appointments with my neurosurgeon, neurotologist and for the MRI, CT scan and hearing test. I think I should do that soon...but putting it off gives me one less thing to worry about and a lot less driving to do. I hate driving in D.C.
On a positive note, I've never been happier.
As pessimistic as I am, and with all the negative things I have experienced so far in my life, it's hard for me to really believe what I'm feeling. Fuck all that, I'm going with my gut instincts...and I'm so falling for him.
I'm going to another doctor tomorrow. I'm not really worried, because I think it's just this one drug that's messing with my body and I'm getting off of it next month. Hopefully I'll also get the benefit of losing 40 pounds when I do so. But yes, my body is doing something I don't like, so I'm going to the doctor to see what's up. I believe I'm too young for it to be what my mother thinks it is, so hopefully I'm right. Either way, I'm getting off the Depo and on something else. I'm fucking sick of it.
Funny thing is, with all this other stuff going on, I have yet to make the appointments with my neurosurgeon, neurotologist and for the MRI, CT scan and hearing test. I think I should do that soon...but putting it off gives me one less thing to worry about and a lot less driving to do. I hate driving in D.C.
On a positive note, I've never been happier.
As pessimistic as I am, and with all the negative things I have experienced so far in my life, it's hard for me to really believe what I'm feeling. Fuck all that, I'm going with my gut instincts...and I'm so falling for him.