one eleven.

by far, the worse day of my sickness.  saturday night was bad, but then I woke up sunday and had no reason to get out of bed.  being awake only pained me so I tried to sleep and drug up.

but, against my own wishes, I decided to give up and go to the doctor.

I hate doctors offices.  waiting, cold, invasive, expensive.  nothing under the category of "fun".  anyways, I went, had some crazy asian lady tell me my lungs looked good, and took my zpack and went home.  I figured it would be my only time out in the open...so I took some pictures.

I mean, why not, I had a half hour to kill just sitting in that stupid room on that stupid bed covered in paper.  *shiver*.

poke and prod.

welcome to my nightmare.