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So, this morning constituted one of the most frustrating times I've had in my entire life.
I woke up with my sore throat worse than when I had gone to bed. It hurt to breath and I was physically incapable of making myself swallow even my own saliva. To make it worse I also had the soreness, headache, swollen neck, ear ache and fever that I've gotten so accustomed to coming along with strep throat, at that point I pretty much decided that I probably wasn't just having an allergic reaction like I thought I was at my mom's house. I decided that since I couldn't take a shower to open my throat a little (what I've done the previous two times I've had strep this school year) I'd have to make myself tea and just slowly get it down. Due to my pure gimpitude getting to kitchen, making tea and carrying a cup of scalding water somewhere where I could sit down probably took about 20 minutes, then another 10 or so to get any down. I wasn't able to manage to get any pain killers down for another hour and a half. Of course, by that time Candice had gotten home to let the dog out. Fun fact: the dog hates crutches. So, I finally start freaking out. I can't walk, I can't eat, I certainly can't take care of myself, I can't shower which is causing me attacks of OCDness, I've found out that strep at the frequency I'm getting it at is an indication that I might have to have my tonsils removed, every time I touch my crutches the dog freaks out and starts barking, and then when I start moving she attacks my ankles, biting my broken ankle twice. I was so upset and frustrated I almost started crying because I couldn't handle it anymore.
Things got a little better after that. Candice helped me get some more tea and soup and offered to take me to the emergency room when she got off of work. I also managed to get some pain killers down. The soreness has gone down a lot. I'm trying to convince myself that I shouldn't go to the doctor tonight, that I don't have strep since it feeling a bit better... I dunno, I probably should, but I'm really tired of being sick and being at the hospital, somehow on some level I think I've decided if I don't go in I'll just get better, even though consciously I know it's probably not true.
Fuck.
I woke up with my sore throat worse than when I had gone to bed. It hurt to breath and I was physically incapable of making myself swallow even my own saliva. To make it worse I also had the soreness, headache, swollen neck, ear ache and fever that I've gotten so accustomed to coming along with strep throat, at that point I pretty much decided that I probably wasn't just having an allergic reaction like I thought I was at my mom's house. I decided that since I couldn't take a shower to open my throat a little (what I've done the previous two times I've had strep this school year) I'd have to make myself tea and just slowly get it down. Due to my pure gimpitude getting to kitchen, making tea and carrying a cup of scalding water somewhere where I could sit down probably took about 20 minutes, then another 10 or so to get any down. I wasn't able to manage to get any pain killers down for another hour and a half. Of course, by that time Candice had gotten home to let the dog out. Fun fact: the dog hates crutches. So, I finally start freaking out. I can't walk, I can't eat, I certainly can't take care of myself, I can't shower which is causing me attacks of OCDness, I've found out that strep at the frequency I'm getting it at is an indication that I might have to have my tonsils removed, every time I touch my crutches the dog freaks out and starts barking, and then when I start moving she attacks my ankles, biting my broken ankle twice. I was so upset and frustrated I almost started crying because I couldn't handle it anymore.
Things got a little better after that. Candice helped me get some more tea and soup and offered to take me to the emergency room when she got off of work. I also managed to get some pain killers down. The soreness has gone down a lot. I'm trying to convince myself that I shouldn't go to the doctor tonight, that I don't have strep since it feeling a bit better... I dunno, I probably should, but I'm really tired of being sick and being at the hospital, somehow on some level I think I've decided if I don't go in I'll just get better, even though consciously I know it's probably not true.
Fuck.