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Jul. 12th, 2008 11:25 amso i've been sick since thursday. i was absolutely fine on wednesday night and woke up thursday morning wanting to die. i blame mark. simply, because i can. we were somehow talking about antibiotics on tuesday and how people are morons and never finish them off and i mentioned how he always forgets them. he was like can you honestly say you've never skipped an antibiotic? and i said no, cause i've only taken them once in my adult life and i was all nervous so i sure as hell didn't skip any.
needless to say, i'm now taking antibiotics. but since i'm allergic to penicillin i have the one that you just take once a day for 5 days which means its pretty fucking easy to remember to take them. i dont have strep but i have pharyngitis which to me just sounds like fake laryngitis. but its not. its just a fancy pants name for a sore throat, headache, body ache etc. yeah i guess the dr wanted me to sound cool and not just like a weenie with a sore throat.
when i was waiting to get dressed to go to the dr, i was watching tv. there was a commercial for these cancer centers around the US and how they're amazing and they help everyone. and i started freaking out thinking i had cancer (because a sore throat and acheyness is always the first sign). and i should go to these cancer centers and then a dr comes on and is like "well if youve always been a do getter and never let things get to you and you've always been optimisic and never quit, then you'll probably beat the cancer" and i started crying cause i'm a quitter and i would never beat the cancer and i blamed my parents for letting me quit tap and ballet every year cause i never wanted to do the recital and then i'd start up every year again only to quit yet again and this is why the cancer will kill me so i shouldn't bother going to these wonderful cancer centers.
so as i was tearfully getting dressed to go to the dr and hear the horrible news about my terminal cancer i realized maybe i shouldn't watch tv when i'm sick knowing full well that i'm a horrible hypochondriac.
the only thing that made me feel better about my hypochondria was when i was driving there mark called me to remind me to talk to the dr about the fact that i may have salmonella because i had cilantro a week ago and they think that might be the cause of everything. its times like that that i think mark and i really are made for each other.
needless to say, i'm now taking antibiotics. but since i'm allergic to penicillin i have the one that you just take once a day for 5 days which means its pretty fucking easy to remember to take them. i dont have strep but i have pharyngitis which to me just sounds like fake laryngitis. but its not. its just a fancy pants name for a sore throat, headache, body ache etc. yeah i guess the dr wanted me to sound cool and not just like a weenie with a sore throat.
when i was waiting to get dressed to go to the dr, i was watching tv. there was a commercial for these cancer centers around the US and how they're amazing and they help everyone. and i started freaking out thinking i had cancer (because a sore throat and acheyness is always the first sign). and i should go to these cancer centers and then a dr comes on and is like "well if youve always been a do getter and never let things get to you and you've always been optimisic and never quit, then you'll probably beat the cancer" and i started crying cause i'm a quitter and i would never beat the cancer and i blamed my parents for letting me quit tap and ballet every year cause i never wanted to do the recital and then i'd start up every year again only to quit yet again and this is why the cancer will kill me so i shouldn't bother going to these wonderful cancer centers.
so as i was tearfully getting dressed to go to the dr and hear the horrible news about my terminal cancer i realized maybe i shouldn't watch tv when i'm sick knowing full well that i'm a horrible hypochondriac.
the only thing that made me feel better about my hypochondria was when i was driving there mark called me to remind me to talk to the dr about the fact that i may have salmonella because i had cilantro a week ago and they think that might be the cause of everything. its times like that that i think mark and i really are made for each other.
