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Wednesday February 13, 2002

Where's the Aleve?

I hurt, really bad. I can't drink anything, can't swollow, can't breathe, can't talk, can't move... I am in pain. I thought I was getting better. Last weekend I went home, worked, and came back here and I was okay. Now, out of nowhere comes this illness (feeling very much like my childhood strep) and I hurt. Really bad. I want to take a bottle of pills and sleep for a week. And I have 2 classes tomorrow, 3 to 3 1/2 hours each.

I know, I'm whining. And I feel sorry for myself. But I haven't hurt (physically) like this for a very long time. I'm trying to down Gatorade, because it seems like it's the only thing that doesn't make me cringe with p-a-i-n (as much). I want medicine.