So Sunday I had a major case of the sudden sniffles.. y'know, one moment you're fine, the next your nose is dripping nonstop and you can't stop sneezing. I took a few pills and had a good night's sleep (thank YOU sleeping pills) and woke up feeling much better.
That was Monday, when I took a bus to Mexico City because I needed to do some paperwork for the Spanish passports we're getting (Spanish grandparents + EU residency = WIN) I slept over at a friend's house (this girl is gonna be famous someday, btw) and that night I just could catch a single wink. My head was thudding the whole time, my throat was sore as fuck, as in can't even pass saliva cause it's torture... and woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck.
I still needed to run around all over the city (thank YOU Google Maps) to get the various red-tapey steps done for the paperwork. I spent the whole day in the crowded subway, running around huge metro stations, running around the city, not having slept a wink and feeling like I should just kill myself.
I took a bus back home that very day cause..fuck. During the trip I went into cold shivers, sweating like a pig, throat exploding. Took a cab home, got inside my house, and collapsed in a fetal position, not even removing my shoes.
10 minutes later my dad found me, touched my forehead, exclaimed something, and came back 30 seconds later to jam a thermometer in my mouth. 40°C (~104° F). Needless to say his paternal instincts kicked into overload and that whole "SWINE FLU" red neon sign flashed before his eyes. He then tortured me by removing my jacket and shirt and putting wet towels on my forehead. Something about "that high a temperature is gonna kill him!" I just wanted to crawl more into a ball.
Calls were made, Doctors woken up, prescriptions given over the phone. Apparently I wasn't fully symptomatic of Influenza, so that wasn't a problem, really. I just wanted to die, that's all.
During the night I went into sweats where I couldn't stand even the sheet cause I was so hot, and then shivers where I couldn't find enough quilts to throw over me, over and over. In my feverish state, the Katy Perry song "Hot N Cold" kept going through my head.
The fever subsided at night, then came back, then left, then came back. Finally when at 10am I was at like 38° (~100.4F) they just shoved me into the car and drove me to the hospital.
Veredict? Tonsillitis. Fucking Tonsillitis. Oh, oh, you have a throat infection that's made your tonsils have pus and swell up, take 3 of these, get these injections and have a nice life.
What the hell? How can tonsillitis make me the sickest I've ever been!? Seriously.
TL;DR: I have extreme tonsillitis and I want to die.
That was Monday, when I took a bus to Mexico City because I needed to do some paperwork for the Spanish passports we're getting (Spanish grandparents + EU residency = WIN) I slept over at a friend's house (this girl is gonna be famous someday, btw) and that night I just could catch a single wink. My head was thudding the whole time, my throat was sore as fuck, as in can't even pass saliva cause it's torture... and woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck.
I still needed to run around all over the city (thank YOU Google Maps) to get the various red-tapey steps done for the paperwork. I spent the whole day in the crowded subway, running around huge metro stations, running around the city, not having slept a wink and feeling like I should just kill myself.
I took a bus back home that very day cause..fuck. During the trip I went into cold shivers, sweating like a pig, throat exploding. Took a cab home, got inside my house, and collapsed in a fetal position, not even removing my shoes.
10 minutes later my dad found me, touched my forehead, exclaimed something, and came back 30 seconds later to jam a thermometer in my mouth. 40°C (~104° F). Needless to say his paternal instincts kicked into overload and that whole "SWINE FLU" red neon sign flashed before his eyes. He then tortured me by removing my jacket and shirt and putting wet towels on my forehead. Something about "that high a temperature is gonna kill him!" I just wanted to crawl more into a ball.
Calls were made, Doctors woken up, prescriptions given over the phone. Apparently I wasn't fully symptomatic of Influenza, so that wasn't a problem, really. I just wanted to die, that's all.
During the night I went into sweats where I couldn't stand even the sheet cause I was so hot, and then shivers where I couldn't find enough quilts to throw over me, over and over. In my feverish state, the Katy Perry song "Hot N Cold" kept going through my head.
The fever subsided at night, then came back, then left, then came back. Finally when at 10am I was at like 38° (~100.4F) they just shoved me into the car and drove me to the hospital.
Veredict? Tonsillitis. Fucking Tonsillitis. Oh, oh, you have a throat infection that's made your tonsils have pus and swell up, take 3 of these, get these injections and have a nice life.
What the hell? How can tonsillitis make me the sickest I've ever been!? Seriously.
TL;DR: I have extreme tonsillitis and I want to die.
Pobre Calleja.
