So the doctor thinks I have strep. I've got my pennicyllin, and my chicken soup. I may or may not go to work tomorrow, depnding on how I feel when I get up, and how much I sleep tonight.
I am going to curl up in bed and read soem Laurell Hamilton for a bit now.
I am going to curl up in bed and read soem Laurell Hamilton for a bit now.
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Did I ever tell you...
I woke up one day to unbearable pain in my hands, arms, legs feet, ass, basically everywhere I bent.
It lasted about two weeks and I was on some groovie meds, mostly pain killers that made me very happy but also made studying for exams quite interesting.
When I went to see the doctor he told me it was strepticocus and the first thing I though was owww shit flesh eating disease. (This was about the same time as the Lucien Bouchard getting his leg amputated).
But I pulled through with a little help from the magic pills the doctor gave me, but I had lots of problems moving.
So to summarize:
Strepticocus=== Wierd and I never want to get any variant of it again.