You guys are nice and don’t call me stupid and insult me for my opinion. I love you guys
so I’m going to use it as my permanent personal blog!
I’ve been having acid reflux and the diet for it sucks. I can’t drink coffee or pop or anything caffeinated I can’t eat beef. I can’t eat chocolate. I can’t eat garlic or onion. I can’t eat tomatoes. I can’t eat anything spicy. I can’t use too much salad dressing. I can’t have citrus fruits. I can’t have avocados. I can’t have anything peppermint. It completely sucks and I think my new medicine is the culprit.
They just seem really uncomfortable to me and somewhat unsanitary and like I’d constantly leak with a heavy flow. I’m not sure if I’d ever try it. I think I’ll just stick with my pads, thank you very much.
I can’t take it anymore. I went to the fucking immediate care clinic first thing this morning after getting three hours of sleep and got diagnosed with pneumonia. I need my fucking rest but my sisters and their damn friends are blasting music downstairs. I can’t yell because I have NO FUCKING VOICE and my parents won’t stop it. My room is directly above the room they’re in. It’s bad enough I can’t even go sit in the back room because they took it over.
I bought Photoshop CS6 (at the student price) all by myself. I’m glad I’ve learned to save money. Even though I’m sick, this made my day. I feel like an adult finally.
I’ve been sick the past couple days. Just a small cough and headache, but last night I had a really low fever. Plus my cough is to the point where my chest and head ache when I do. So, I went to the nurse practitioner on campus, who sent me to my actual doctor because she thought I should get chest x-rays because I could have bronchitis or pneumonia. So I make an appointment as soon as possible with my primary care office and went in this afternoon. My doctor’s office is great typically. They’re nice, caring people except their PA who I happened to get stuck with. First off, she’s extremely stuck up. Second, she’s probably only 5 or 6 years older than me. Third, she has no experience prescribing meds because she was a health care aide which basically only assists doctors with mundane tasks like taking temperature and doing tests in a hospital. She apparently doesn’t find anything wrong and sends me home with an inhaler.
I don’t want to tell a medical professional how to do their job, but I’m pretty sure I know when I need medicine. I have a 102 degree fever WITH IBUPROFEN. I’m a non-asthmatic and I’m wheezing and have tightness in my chest. I haven’t coughed this hard since the last time I had bronchitis in middle school and I remember that pain. It took them 3 months to finally admit that I had it and I was on at least 7 different medicines treating it. And if you didn’t know, a 102 fever is HORRIBLE for adults. It feels like you’re about to die. You tell me I don’t need an antibiotic.
The stuff under the cut is a TMI P.S…read at your own risk.