Humdrum..

The last 3 days of my life have been somewhat of a blur.

Tuesday morning, I woke up with the worst sore throat of my life.. I mean, just awful. But i still worked out (dedication :), came home, showered ate, rested and proceeded to work. I should have known something was wrong when I couldn't open my eyes or move while taking the train downtown. I got to work and all hell broke loose.

I thought that maybe i just needed a tea so I went to Starbucks before my shift started and got a venti green tea, walked back into work, and instantly felt nauseous and could barely stand up. So, my boss let me go down to the stock room and "unload shipment".

Did I mention I had really bad chills? Which can only mean I was running a high fever since my body temp was extremely hot.

Somehow, I made it through the shift, cant say I remember much about it, but I got home and immediately took my temp... 102.2.... waited a 10 minutes, took it again...102.8.. hmm was I dying? I mean really..

My roomie gave me some Tylenol PM in hopes that it would break the fever, so I layed on the couch, immobile, and waited for something to happen..

nothing happened. Took my temp again.. same results.. But I was too weak to go to the hospital so I just went to my bed and tried to sleep it off... Didn't work. I was up half the night, peeing, and wishing I could rip my throat out.

7:30am Wednesday- Got out of bed, took my temp... 102.8... Guess it was time to suck it up and go to the hospital. It took me half an hour just to put on clothes, my body was so weak. Finally I made it to the hospital. Barely able to speak, checked in, vitals checked.. and sat in a chair meant for an eye exam for two hours.. How uncomfortable.. Finally my nurse comes and tells me they need me to pee in a cup.. Something that could have been done the minute they put me in that f-ing room. So, I did.. and waited another half an hour for them to tell me I wasn't pregnant and finally move me to another section of the hospital where hopefully I would be seen faster... hmm, not really.

Finally a room was available and I could lay in an actual bed, well gurney. Half an hour later, a nurse came and checked my vitals and my temp was still 102.. you would think that as an ER, they would move a little faster for someone with a temp that high... ugh, hate hospitals..

So the doctor comes in and actually asks me, "What can I do for you today?"... I'm sorry, excuse me?? Isn't there a chart somewhere that has exactly what I need for you to do for me today, on it? I've told seven other people what I need today, and the doctor is the only one who doesn't know? How odd.. So again, I told her what was wrong, in the little voice that I did have.. she listened to my heart, lungs, checked my ears, and when she finally checked inside my mouth.. her words were, AND I QUOTE, "ooooo....ouch!".....

I'm sorry, did I miss something?

So she decides that its finally time for an I.V. filled with antibiotics, steroids, and fluids, so I can start filling better and we can get the swelling down in my throat.. As much as I hated her for taking so long, I was happy that finally something was being done. Oh, and I got the most painful shot of penicillin in my bum... bollocks.

After another two hours, my fever was finally down to at least 100.1, and they were ready to release me, it wasn't until then that they told me I had strep throat... Where the hell did I get strep throat? I tell you, in the last 5 years, I have never been sicker than how sick I've been since moving to this dirty city... The doc gave me a prescription for Tylenol with codeine and sent me on my way..

So, I've been home.. watching TV shows, catching up on the Oscar nominated movies, and drinking tea, sipping chicken noodle soup, and occasionally sucking on a Popsicle. All the while, my throat still killing me, and popping pills since I didn't get my Tylenol with codeine until today.

I lost out on more than twenty hours of work this week, and while it sounds bad, I think the consequences of going to work, would have been much worse.. Obviously I was super contagious and needed to be confined to one place, just me and my germs.

Last night, I broke.... It's hard to be in an apartment, couped up, just you and the animals, no one to talk to, but hell- I couldn't talk anyway. My only link to the outside world was facebook. And honestly, it was a tad bit boring on there as well. I got really good news last night, but I also got really bad news last night.. I caught up with a friend on ichat- much needed- and since I've been somewhat of a insomniac lately, in order to fall asleep I took a couple swigs of NyQuil around 2am, and was out by 2:15... But wide awake by 8......

Why must the universe toil with me..... constantly...

I decided today, out of exhaustion and possibly starvation, that this is all a test... Just to see how far I can go before I break.. I was at my breaking point last week, or at least I thought I was, when I layed in the bed with drew and nearly had a nervous breakdown.

My hours at work were cut, so I got a second job :/

I made some financial cuts, so I got rid of my iPhone :/ :/

The house in Ohio was foreclosed, so money has been extremely tight :/ :/ :/

Because I'm so poor, I've missed any and every audition worth going to for the season... ugh.

I mean, I really could go on for days.. but I wont.

I will say, in my defense, that I am still alive.. and as hard as it is to do, I am trying to take it a day at a time..

March seems like its going to be a better month for me. I foresee some great things happening. Just gotta make it these last three days in February.

Here goes nothing..