Saturday, June 17, 2006

DOCTORS SUCK!
Ok, I was in the emergency room on thursday because my throat was swelling shut, and my uvula (that's the little dangly thing at the back of your throat)had become so swollen and distended that it was resting on my tongue. So once in the ER I waited an hour and a half for a doctor to come, at which point he said, and I quote "Huh, THAT'S unusual! I don't see a lot of this, so I'm going to go do some 'research'" By which he probably meant "I'm going to go Google the words Swollen and Uvula and see what I get."

So eventually a nurse comes in and gives me some pain killers, which don't work on me for some reason, not even percasets worked. Saying "Take these with food or they'll make ytou really sick." Take them with food?!? MY FUCKING THROAT IS A SWOLLEN MASS OF PAIN, AND YOU WANT ME TO EAT?! SO finally, I ate some grahm crackers and took the pills, as expected it felt like I was swallowing glass. So she leaves, about an hour later the doctor comes back saying he was gonna give me a prescription for some steroids and ibuprofein, the steroids to stop the swelling and the ibuprofein for pain. So he leaves, the nurse comes in with my first dose of steroids, I pop them, then she tells me the side effects, which I will no list:

1.) Take them with food or you'll feel like shit
2.) Many people experiance 'steroid rage' which will cause me to be short tempered and fly into fits of, guess what, rage.
3.) HOMICIDAL FANTASIES! WHAT THE FUCK!

So needless to say, I wish she had said something BEFORE I had taken the damn things. Because it's such a nasty drug, if I suddenly stop taking them, I go into withdrawl, FUCK THEM! But despite giving me these medications, the doctors still don't know what's wrong, so they take a culture from my throat saying "I sincerely doubt this is strept throat, by I'm going to do a test anyway." and telling me to see a throat doctor ASAP, and give me the name of a guy in the area.

So I make an appointment for friday with this guy, thinking "All right, he'll tell me why the fuck I'm having trouble breathing and swallowing, allright." So I go to this guy, after a long-ass wait, I finally get to see him. He looks at me a grand total of FIVE MINUTES and prescribes some anti-biotics. And WON'T TELL ME WHAT IT IS THAT I HAVE! THIS GUY, THE THROAT SPECIALIST, ONE WHO LOOKS AT NOTHING BUT THROATS AND THEIR DISORDERS ALL DAY, DID NOT KNOW MY DISEASE!

So I said "Fuck this guy, anti-biotics are terrible things, I'm sticking with the steroids and pain killers." So I left this guys office, and went to kittymeowmeow's house (where terrible secrets were revealed) and then left, went home, watched a few episodes of Bleach, and passed out at like 8:30. 10 o'clock rolls around, my mom kicks, FUCKING KICKS, open my door, turns on the liught, thrusts a glass of water and some pills into my hand and says: "The hospital just called, turns out you have strept throat." MOTHERFUCKINGGODDAMNPIECEOFSHITPEDOPHILEDOCTORS!
So now I'm on anti-biotics, but wait, there's more! turns out I'm contagious until 5 this afternoon, so I get to miss almost all of my friends graduation parties today, there were five that I was going to. Plus, I get to finally perform the play tonight, with a throat that feels like someone's been pouring acid into it.

On the upshot, on of my friends is continuing her party after the play, so at least I can go to that.

Oh, and I went 4-wheeling with kittymeowmeow yesterday, it was good. Then we saw fliers for ConnetiCon, which we are going to, dressed as Ichigo and Rukia. If any of you losers are going, tell me!

~hammer out~

PS Kitty, I was contagious yesterday as well, so if your throat starts hurting, get it checked out ASAP.
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