I've been sick with a terrible cough for the last week and a half, driving me nuts, making me feel like puking, and it even robbed me of my ability to talk for a few days. Finally, Mom decides to take me to the ER because of how congested I sounded. I got a chest X-ray, and what does the doctor find?
PNEUMONIA!!! *jazz hands, violently hacks confetti everywhere*
Lovely. But I knew something was up besides a mere cold. The good news is that it was caught early (Yeah, my illness was just getting warmed up =_=;...), I got some antibiotics, and was told to up my fluids.
It's walking pneumonia, but still pneumonia none the less, and I'm not exactly thrilled about having what is essentially diet pneumonia...
BUT...
I received a new band shirt today, and the new binder I order from gc2b that fits me a little better than my last binder from them. I'm supposed to go to Florida to visit my dad later this week, but I really don't want to infect a whole plane, let alone my dad and his girlfriend.
I have tons of writing to work on, anyway. Not like I'll be bored.