At o'hare
Soooo I went to the doctor's Sunday. On jo's advice i called the free nhs helpline who basically told me I'd be an idiot if I boarded a plane and didn't get it checked out first. So I went to the walk-in clinic they gave me via taxi.
I stupidly gave the clinic my real name. I wasn't really thinking straight, but of course they didn't check ID, so I could've got looked at for free. Or if I'd lied about the I was staying at! Really, what was I thinking?! My old schoolmate Emily tried to tell me over fb chat and I hadn't been paying attention. All I could think about, really, was getting my ears to stop popping. That was the symptom that had started to bother me the most, but more than that, I was simply scared of how bad it lwould get if I boarded a plane.
Anyway, all it did was reinforce my dislike of doctors. It took forever to get looked at and then the doctor was just like, "it's a bad virus. It's going around. I can't help you" even though I told her I'd had symptoms for 2 months and they'd only just became worse. Although I couldn't tell her I'd thrown up so much the night before because there'd been a sign that said not to go in if you'd vomitted within 48 hours. Oh well. At least it looks like i dont have meningitis which was my fear, after the committing and headaches and the strange rash.
Anyway the good news is, I made it back to the US!! By the skin of my teeth too! I'm not even sure I can afford the shuttle back to my school, that's how close it was money wise after I bought my shuttle ticket and national express coach to heathrow. So thank god/ess/es it worked out anyway!
At the airport, I had time to kill so I consented to a free makeover/hand massage from a Clinique stand. Hilariously, I think I accidentally picked up the makeover guy. Teaches me to stereotype because I thought he was gay and I just giggled at all his cheesy compliments about my skin thinking he was trying to get a sale out of me. But then he got strangely intense during the hand massage and afterwards he wrote down all his contact information. Even then, I was like I am so incredibly gross right now, he must just be trying to compliment me; maybe its all fake. But I consented to at least giving him my email since it wasn't like i was going to buy anything and i checked and he sent me an email an hour ago asking how my flight was and asking me to dinner in June (when I said I might come back to visit a vaguely described significant other) 0_o. How hilarious would it be of hes trying to get American citizenship?! Because its either that or he has a fetish for my skin.
Anyway, I'm at o'hare for the night. I just want to write and write and write to put off my emailing my teachers-I don't know what to say!- but this entry is already boring and long enough already. I think I'll read some fanfic on my iPod and then maybe try and nap for a bit.
Thanks for all the support I got two night ago new LJ friends!!! I love you all already!
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