rose from the dead

It's not that I didn't know my friends cared for me, nor the fact that we'll make fun of each other more than we are "friendly," but it is when worse comes to worse that I will think to myself, they're the ones that are sure to be there and make you want to cry. I mean, cry from tears of joy, tears from feeling so happy you have the bunch of friends that are willing to wait with you in the Emergency Room for nearly five hours. I was scared shitless to be waiting there, and my heart ended up nearly dropping when I saw my friends one by one come to visit me and wait with me. I was beyond grateful; it made me forget why I was in the ER for a bit.

I am the unluckiest girl I know, and I mean that literally with too many situations to back that up...and I guess I am compensated with these crazy, weird, and most awesome people around me I call my friends. Thank you everybody for your care. And then there is the boyfriend. Thank you for dealing with my stubbornness and making me go see the doctor even though I didn't want to, thank you for staying with me the entire time, comforting me, holding my hand even though I was contagious and looked like I just rose from the dead. Thank you, you make me feel so happy.

So, for those of you wondering...what the hell happened to me? Well I'm not dying...but once again, my health fails me and I am lying in bed, sick. And I thought last week was bad, when I stayed in bed for nearly 5 days with a fever. And right before that, I had a cold that was so bad, it made my newly developed allergies to swell up my nasal cavity and congest my nose so much, I couldn't breathe or taste food for what felt like eternity. Which then lead to me having to take antibiotics for a week to heal my infected throat. That was nothing compared to now...

Currently, I am being diagnosed with...who knows what- the measles? Some sort of mutant transformation due to excessive gamma radiation? Maybe. (Just kidding- that would be cool. She-hulk!).
Or it could be an allergic reaction to the antibiotics I was taking, which is the most probable. I don't find out until the hospital phones me with my blood test results.
Aside from being caged in my room for three weeks and looking like I just ran into a bee hive, I'm alright. In fact, I'm feeling pretty good. Thanks again everyone, love you guys.