Plagued I Am Not

Just when things are going good...when things are right in the world...when things are coming together...

I'm reminded how quickly I can be brought down. Brought down to a place where, at 27-years-old, I can not physically function on my own and must rely on my parents to feed me and make sure I'm in a safe place to sleep. As opposed to the bathroom floor of my apartment - the spot where I fainted Friday morning.

I found out today that I do not have the bubonic plague, like I had hoped. No no, it's just some accute bronchitis. Yup...a two hour trip to the urgent care clinic answered all my questions. It is at this location that I fainted twice, fell asleep on the examining table several times, and had my Mommy drive me to and fro. As I left, the office staff asked, "Is she all right?" I looked at them like, "Eat it people. You are the medical professionals here. Am I? Am I going to live?" I just don't know. It is also at this urgent care clinic that a doctor with ZERO personality determined that I needed a shot in my bum, Robitussin with CODINE, and a pill to cure something-or-other. I don't care...load me up.

I don't remember the last time I had a shot, certainly on my rear, but I was so excited to hear that he wanted to give me one. Shots mean business. Shots mean that medicine is coursing through you ASAP. Shots mean that yes, you aren't being a wuss, you really are sick. However, when a middle aged woman is groping your butt, it is very hard to do what she asks, "Relax." Mom said the needle was huge and I TOTALLY tensed up. I keep having to check to make sure my right leg is still attached because I don't feel it...and I'm dragging leg behind me as I go.

So I thought I'd blog to say that I'm still alive...barely...but these drugs should have me better in no time! I'm off to have some dinner with a side of Codine. I'll wake up sometime Sunday evening I presume.