Okay, so I’m almost certainly not going to College today. That feels like a given. Still can’t believe I’ve gotten sick three times in the past five months, honestly. I can’t believe that that’s happened for me. It’s baffling and infuriating, honestly. My throat is so scratched up and I just feel super sick. I really, really don’t feel good. I hate it. My stomach is even starting to act up now. I don’t know if it’s because I’m eaten too much, because I’m stressed about things, or because I’ve been drinking too much ginger ale and apple juice. But I can’t help it. I really, really can’t help it. My nerves are just bad today, just like my throat is.
I just got home from the walk in clinic. Or more appropriately: I just got back from not going to the walk in clinic. It’s 13 degrees celsius outside, and I’m very heat sensitive. Beyond that, I also have a common cold. So when I went outside in my jacket, I immediately began sweating. Sweat was dripping in my eyes, my back was coated in sweat, and then the stupid walk in clinic had no A/C! None! So I was sweating and panicking and my whole body was coated in sweat. Beyond that, they told me I could only have one appointment a day. So if me and my dad saw the family doctor and interviewed for that, then we weren’t allowed to ask for another appointment about my cold today. And that was stressing me out too. It was awful, so I had a temper tantrum/anxiety attack in the walk in clinic. My dad had to take me home, because I really wasn’t feeling good.
Oh, and my stomach was super sick. That’s the one last thing I had going on. I’d tried to go bathroom before we left, but nothing came out besides blood (and that blood only came out because I strained). But once we got to the walk in clinic, my stomach was pained and in agony. I felt like I was gonna be sick, kind of. So I really did need to be taken home. Before I managed to have anything happen. It was so awful.
I’m not feeling great, you know. I’m really not feeling great. My throat is still sore and scratchy, I have tons of phlegm in my throat, I apparently have stomach cramps. I just don’t feel great, and I’m not feeling good about it. I’m not feeling good about it at all. I now feel guilty, not just sick. Because our appointment was only 10 minutes long, and we were the next ones up. I could’ve waited. I should’ve waited. But I didn’t. I didn’t. Now my chances of getting a family doctor may be slimmer again. I know my dad rescheduled for next monday, but still. I still messed up. My dad says he might call my old family doctor to tell her about everything, so maybe that can take away my fears about the doctor stuff somewhat. But I still feel truly miserable. I feel miserable.
I’m not going to the College class today at noon. I’m not sure I’ll even be going to the two classes tomorrow. I really don’t know. But my dad has to go to all
Okay, I got my timeline cleared up. I had to look through my notes app archives and my tumblr account archives, but I got the information I need. I was first sick this school year around September 18th, and I didn’t get better until September had ended. I was slowly losing symptoms, but I was on and off sick all throughout the second half of September. From there, I see archives showing that I worried about being sick a lot on and off throughout November, December, January and February. But this is my first big cold since the big disaster in September.
Considering the school year ends in April or May, I’m finding it interesting to note that I’ve gotten sick now. What do September and March have in common with the College school year? They’re months close to the very beginning and the very end of the school year. And I find that pretty interesting. Not fun, but interesting. It’s like the beginning and end of the College year have been cursed times for me. There’s something so horrible and yet interesting about all that.
