Sorry I haven't updated lately. As the title says...I've been sick. So I'm gonna update ya'll on my life...and this post will end with an awkward moment (woot woot!)
February 6, 2010: I woke up with a sore throat so I decided to get it checked out in case it was strep. They told me it was just a head cold and told me to get plenty of rest and plenty of fluids and such.
February 7, 2010: I woke up and could hardly talk, or swallow. So I decided to not go to church and sleep all day.
February 8, 2010: I went back to the doctor because my left tonsil was HUGE and red and I was in serious pain. Turns out it was tonsillitis. So they prescribed some anti-biotic, loratab, a steroid to help swelling, and ibuprofen. So I started taking all my pills and hoped for the best.
February 9, 2010: I woke up at 5:30 in the morning shaking uncontrollably. I tried putting blankets over me, but I was really hot. So I just started crying. I was covered in goosebumps too. I was super scared. So I called my dad and woke up my roommate. Taking a shower and some Tylenol got me settled down enough to fall back asleep. I was thinking that my fever broke so I'd start getting better. Psh... Ya Right! At about 11:30, while I was taking all of my meds in the kitchen, I started shaking...AGAIN! Except this time, my lips turned blue and my hands turned yellow. So my dear roommates rushed me to the ER. Turns out I had a fever of 105!!!!! (At 106, people start getting brain damage or they die) It was super scary. They took a bunch of tests and gave me an IV. My dear mother came and visited me and I stayed the night with her and started feeling better. THE END....kinda
AWKWARD MOMENT TIME!My tonsils have still been bothering me, so I decided to go to the Dr. today. I wanted to go to a different office though. My friend had referred me to another Dr. and said he was really good. My insurance also covered him. So my mom looked him up online and gave me the phone number. When I went to my appointment and realized that it was a clinic for Paiute people. All of the paperwork asked what tribe I was part of and such. I'm not any part Paiute, or any Indian for that matter. Everyone kept looking at me really weird. Needless to say, I felt very silly. But they took good care of me, they were really nice. It was just funny. Especially when the Dr. came in and said, "You don't look like an Indian, you must have insurance."