dearest mother;
THE ENTIRE MEDICAL PROFESSION IS NOT TRYING TO MURDER YOU.
I spent a week this summer so sick I couldn't get off the couch (y'all might remember, as I complained about it on LJ a lot) and didn't get better no matter how much water I drank or how much sleep I got until a doctor gave me codeine. Then my symptoms became instantly better.
Now I'm sick again. I've been sick since last Monday. I had a fever for four days, chills, headache, sore throat, and basically looked like hell, and now I'm having horrible racking coughing fits and trouble breathing. I feel like there's tar in my lungs. According to Wikipedia, this means it was pneumonia. My mother's sole advice to me this entire week was "take a sauna" and "go to bed early". What the fuck? What if something seriously had been wrong with me?
"The doctor isn't magic. He's just going to tell you to drink water and take it easy. You just want pills."
YOU DON'T KNOW THAT. Doctors go to med school for like a million years just to learn all of the warning signs that might constitute a serious disease. Just because there are first-year med students in your chemistry classes, some of which are idiots, does not mean all doctors are. Just because a doctor told you you fucked up your knee and would never run again, WHICH YOU DID and still run anyway even though it hurts like hell, doesn't mean you should prevent me from going to hospitals.
I should have taken myself to McKinley on the first day but her attitude has permeated my own to such a ridiculous extent and now it feels like it's too late. Also I made Ami sick and Johnny sick and possibly some of my teammates sick and I feel like shit about it. Ugh.
I spent a week this summer so sick I couldn't get off the couch (y'all might remember, as I complained about it on LJ a lot) and didn't get better no matter how much water I drank or how much sleep I got until a doctor gave me codeine. Then my symptoms became instantly better.
Now I'm sick again. I've been sick since last Monday. I had a fever for four days, chills, headache, sore throat, and basically looked like hell, and now I'm having horrible racking coughing fits and trouble breathing. I feel like there's tar in my lungs. According to Wikipedia, this means it was pneumonia. My mother's sole advice to me this entire week was "take a sauna" and "go to bed early". What the fuck? What if something seriously had been wrong with me?
"The doctor isn't magic. He's just going to tell you to drink water and take it easy. You just want pills."
YOU DON'T KNOW THAT. Doctors go to med school for like a million years just to learn all of the warning signs that might constitute a serious disease. Just because there are first-year med students in your chemistry classes, some of which are idiots, does not mean all doctors are. Just because a doctor told you you fucked up your knee and would never run again, WHICH YOU DID and still run anyway even though it hurts like hell, doesn't mean you should prevent me from going to hospitals.
I should have taken myself to McKinley on the first day but her attitude has permeated my own to such a ridiculous extent and now it feels like it's too late. Also I made Ami sick and Johnny sick and possibly some of my teammates sick and I feel like shit about it. Ugh.