Ow...

My throat hurts like a little bitch.
It's gotten over 9ooox worse than it was yesterday.
Parents still won't take me to the hospital, so I'm still clueless as to whether or not it's the Flu, Mono, or just a violent fever/cold/virus.
Nothing makes the pain go away.
I've tried tylenol, benadryl, codine cough syrup, sudafed... everything.
I can't breathe, either.
Or talk.
I can't make my voice go above a tiny whisper.
And even that hurts to do.
So I've had a writing pad next to me all day.
"Mom, make me some tea?"
"Can you go get some vitamin water or something?"
"Buy a few lemons, while you're at it?"
"OMG MOM, I CAN'T TALK. D: THIS ISN'T GOOD. IT'S GETTING WORSE."
I have this serious need to cry my eyes out, the pain is so bad, but I'm the kind of person who would mess it up and stop breathing.
Since my throat is already out of the question, and crying will stuff my nose right up.

Waiting to Die;;
++ Chels!`

Je déteste être malade;;

I hate being sick

I woke up at 6am, as usual.
I was so sick and tired, I let my alarm clock go for a good 5 minutes before I finally turned it off.
But, you have to know about how annoying my alarm clock is to understand how amazing that is.
Every 3o seconds, the beeping gets faster, louder, and more obnoxious.
I let it go from "Beep. Beep. Beep." to "Beepbeep. Beepbeep. Beepbeep." to "BEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEPBEEP."
That shit gets very annoying, very soon.
But I let it go, because I couldn't find the energy to get myself out of bed.
I trudged downstairs to mom's room, complained about feeling like shit.
Popped some benadryl and went back to bed.

Mrs. Mangan had been talking obsessively of some major HW for over break, so she insisted on us telling her if we were leaving early for vacation.
But, I never would've predicted being sick off my ass the day before vacation.
She probably shook her head and mumbled to herself about Colette and I being out on Friday, even though we told her we would be there.
Ohwell. Maybe I'll convince someone to drive me to Shaker so I can get my shit when mom gets home.
Since I left all of my textbooks and AMSCO book in my locker.
I have to go get those.
I only did half of the AMSCO work, and god only knows what else I still need to do.

lult;;
++ Chels!`

&& I'm already having issues;;

No, not with blogspot.
If it was a blogspot issue, I think I would've pressed the shiny red "x" in the top right corner of my screen, already.
Or at least the small shiny "x" on this tab.
(Mmmm, tabbed browsing. Yummy.)

But, I'm sick.
Lovely, right?
Yeah.
I'm always sick.
Maybe it's some DNA screwup or something fun like that.
But this time, it's all-out.
My head is as heavy as a bitch, my throat kills, and I can't breathe.
Better yet, I can cough all I want, but I still can't solve the last two problems.
And on top of it, around 2:3o in the afternoon, my PCS kicked in.
So not only couldn't I breathe, but it hurt to try.
(PCS means Precordial Catch Syndrome, by the way.)
((Wikipedia it or something.))
And my family, being the anti-medical system group they are, wants me to do all of this home remedy crap.
But I refuse.
I'd rather pop a few Sudafed's and hit the hay.
Because I'm a horse, now, and I do that.

lult;;
++ Chels!`