Acute Viral Tonsillitis

Theme Song: Jason Mraz - Butterfly

That's what I've got, and there's nothing they can do about it (all of those faceless doctor folk).

My defining characteristic through this illness thus far (ohhh, and there's more to come! joy of joys!) has been: PATHETIC.

My fever (102 F!) comes and goes, my heart rate (120 bpm!) has pretty much stayed the same, but the pain I'm in just increases with every passing day (this is Day Three). There was a time this morning at around 8-10 AM where I was face down in my bed, weeping and mewling with misery like the quivering envelope of organic goo I am - because not only did I have:

- tonsils the size of golf balls covered in pus blisters (sexy!);
- every lymph node in my head just as swollen as my tonsils, each throbbing piece-of-shit gland pressing against all of my vital veins, arteries and aching passages;
- a double earache so bad that I idly wondered what it would look like in slow-mo if all of my glands exploded out through them (really sexy, I'm sure);
- a tiny hole an inch in diameter through which to breathe;
- wracking chills;
- the Headache of Doom, and;
- what feels like acute arthritis, especially in my hands, hips and neck...

But I also had a horrible bout of lactose intolerance.

Last night I couldn't sleep, but I forgot all of my retarded pathetic suffering when I sat down and practiced piano for a couple of hours. Then, I got in the car (at 3 AM!) and drove around the Beltline a couple times, and bought a Gatorade at a 24-hour Harris Teeter. I finally fell asleep again from around 5-7:30 AM, and felt alternately barely okay to really horrible all day.

I totally embarassed myself outside of Kerr Drug after my appointment. Despite the doctor's belief that my illness is viral, he prescribed antibiotics for my peace of mind - and I went to go pick them up on my way home. There was a 1.5 hour wait (!), so I left, and on my way out, there were two Mexican men loitering nearby. They catcalled at me, looked me over (for GOD'S SAKE!), and said a few words in Spanish - and I shouted in despair, "I'M SICK SO SHUT THE F**K UP!" Two little old ladies tottering into the drugstore to fill their prescriptions glared at me in disbelief, and I glared right back. If they had said a single word, I would have totally told them to shut the f**k up too.

Hahaha, during a delirious dozing session after my doctor's appt., Steven and China Miéville came to me in a dream and told me that they had conferred and agreed upon a handle for me, which I won't share here, because it's too good. :P During another dozing session, I imagined that my face had widened out to be about a foot from cheek to swollen cheek (oh, you should SEE me!), and that my swollen neck had ballooned out like a bullfrog's and I was about to make an incredibly hilarious noise - and then I woke up.

Oh, Steven. <3 I am powerless to stop you from risking your Voice of the Gods to make sure I'm up to my aching ears in ice cream, books, hugs and comfort.