I think this is a good first topic, because it explains part of the reason why I was gone so long while at the same time inviting new blood to listen to me complain about my agony.
It all began, oh, a week ago when I woke up and had a sore throat. My voice was scratchy, and that was the extent of it. Within a day, my voice was reduced to a whisper, and I was forced to call in sick for work. Laryngitis. Now keep in mind, I'm almost NEVER sick. I try pretty hard to keep myself healthy, and I haven't had a real illness since I was about eight. 'Til now.
With laryngitis, it was nearly impossible to understand me. The next day, the laryngitis improved slightly...I guess the bacteria/viruses decided to find new ways to torture me. Every day became one big cough. I couldn't get a sentence by without breaking into a coughing fit, and I was extremely drained and lethargic. And I had no idea what was wrong with me. A guy friend of mine suggested I might've caught bronchitis from him, but I don't think bronchitis is even contagious, so he's a moron (smokes, too).
At my worst, I couldn't sleep, because I coughed all night. I coughed while eating, drinking, showering, whatever. I had (have) a constant terrible taste in my mouth that no amount of altoids can get rid of. My appetite was (is) history. In the middle of the night, when I woke up coughing like mad, I ran into the bathroom, by the toilet, hoping I could throw up and get rid of whatever was causing this. No such luck. My mom walked in, and I finally got her to break down and take me to the doctor. The next day (after spending like three hours in the waiting room...thank you, PrimaCare...), I was diagnosed with a sinus infection, which was kind of a letdown, because those two words come nowhere close to describing how bad it is. I was given two death-tasting medicines to take and told to "take it easy" for a few days. Well, I was already a wreck, so to me "taking it easy" would mean, like, dying.
Most of my symptoms improved, even though I coughed some here and there and the pressure and drainage remained. Now, here I am. I have no desire whatsoever to eat. I just skipped three meals and am reaaaally trying here, but everything tastes like 10 knotches below how it should taste. Even my favorite, Chinese. The taste isn't why I'm not hungry, but it sure doesn't help. This would be a good thing if I wasn't skinny to begin with, but no, I'm going to slowly waste away because of those bacteria/viruses in my nose...uh, so how was your week?
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