No, I'm not trying to make up for the entries I've skipped since classes began
Wow, the last few hours have been...odd.
Mom decided to be the demented person that she is and gloat in my face about how everyone with swine flu is DYING because they're catching PNEUMONIA after they have "recovered" from the flu because "it" all builds up in their lungs and there's a shot now for pneumonia.
No, really. She actually told me this. I pointed out that pneumonia is caused by bacteria but she just continued to talk about dying as if it were the most glamourous thing in the world and I went back to my room to freak out in peace. I'm hoping she's just delirious from sickness but ever since strep last year, I am TERRIFIED of getting seriously ill. I'm not exactly a big fan of facing death either but that's pretty common, I think.
However, before I got the chance to have a proper emotional fit, I heard the familiar sounds of Alex's car in my driveway. This was NOT expected and I went downstairs to immediately warn him to leave before he got sick, but by the time I reached the door, he was gone and there was a pumpkin bucket full of candy and a get well card sitting in my yard. I guess there are advantages to getting sick if you only fall ill in October and if you have the most amazing boyfriend in the world.
Anyway, Mom has since descended upon me again and told me that I might not have swine flu. Well GEE, how exactly do you explain away the fever and the aches and the coughing and the tiredness and the headache when they're ALL signs of swine flu and I LIVE with her and she HAS it?! What's even more annoying about that statement is that she's not the first one to say it to me, but there's no surefire way to know if I actually have the flu because the doctors have been ordered by the bloody government to only record every fifth case, and as a result, they're not testing anyone!
I just want to be DONE with the whole swine flu ordeal! I'm sick of constantly wondering when or if I'm going to come down with it, I'm sick of constantly washing my hands, I'm sick of secretly panicking when someone around me starts coughing, and I'm sick of being at the mercy of Mom who has proven herself to be a failure at taking care of sick people with last year's trip to the emergency room!
However, since my symptoms aren't as prominent as Mom's were, I'm having my own doubts, and that's driving me even crazier. My hope is that I really do have swine flu and that my immune system is kicking some serious ass like it has before. According to Mom, when I was a baby, I refused to take medicine for an ear infection and somehow I still managed to recover from it. Add to that the fact that especially in recent years, it's been rare that I've gotten sick with anything besides the occasional cold.
I don't know. I'm just a hot mess right now. I think I'm going to go back to reading and pigging out on the early Halloween candy.
Mom decided to be the demented person that she is and gloat in my face about how everyone with swine flu is DYING because they're catching PNEUMONIA after they have "recovered" from the flu because "it" all builds up in their lungs and there's a shot now for pneumonia.
No, really. She actually told me this. I pointed out that pneumonia is caused by bacteria but she just continued to talk about dying as if it were the most glamourous thing in the world and I went back to my room to freak out in peace. I'm hoping she's just delirious from sickness but ever since strep last year, I am TERRIFIED of getting seriously ill. I'm not exactly a big fan of facing death either but that's pretty common, I think.
However, before I got the chance to have a proper emotional fit, I heard the familiar sounds of Alex's car in my driveway. This was NOT expected and I went downstairs to immediately warn him to leave before he got sick, but by the time I reached the door, he was gone and there was a pumpkin bucket full of candy and a get well card sitting in my yard. I guess there are advantages to getting sick if you only fall ill in October and if you have the most amazing boyfriend in the world.
Anyway, Mom has since descended upon me again and told me that I might not have swine flu. Well GEE, how exactly do you explain away the fever and the aches and the coughing and the tiredness and the headache when they're ALL signs of swine flu and I LIVE with her and she HAS it?! What's even more annoying about that statement is that she's not the first one to say it to me, but there's no surefire way to know if I actually have the flu because the doctors have been ordered by the bloody government to only record every fifth case, and as a result, they're not testing anyone!
I just want to be DONE with the whole swine flu ordeal! I'm sick of constantly wondering when or if I'm going to come down with it, I'm sick of constantly washing my hands, I'm sick of secretly panicking when someone around me starts coughing, and I'm sick of being at the mercy of Mom who has proven herself to be a failure at taking care of sick people with last year's trip to the emergency room!
However, since my symptoms aren't as prominent as Mom's were, I'm having my own doubts, and that's driving me even crazier. My hope is that I really do have swine flu and that my immune system is kicking some serious ass like it has before. According to Mom, when I was a baby, I refused to take medicine for an ear infection and somehow I still managed to recover from it. Add to that the fact that especially in recent years, it's been rare that I've gotten sick with anything besides the occasional cold.
I don't know. I'm just a hot mess right now. I think I'm going to go back to reading and pigging out on the early Halloween candy.