I wish I had something fun and exciting to write about, but it seems the most interesting thing that happened to me this weekend was the absolutely splendid, and highly enjoyable bacterial infection of the tonsils aka TONSILITISSSS. This is kinda embarrassing, but I thought the dangly thing in the back of your throat was your tonsils, well apparently not, it's those two fleshy thingys next to it. Well those two fleshy things decided to swell up nice and inflammed so that the consumption of food and water was practically impossible, unless you enjoyed the feeling of stuffing what it felt like a chainsaw down your throat. mmmm. So anyway, my father became concerned after I refused to eat some nice fish my step mum made and finding that the random drugs he had stored in icecream containers in the pantry were expired he decided to take me to the doctor. So we waited for an epically long time for the doctor, who upon arrival, looked at my throat, took my temperature and then came to the conclusion that I should get a needle in my butt. Now I don't know if your train of thought becomes impaired while sick, but I genuinely thought they were gonna shove a needle into my ass. I was understandably nervous. So the doctor led me to another room where a nurse arrived and asked me if I wanted to bend over or lie down on my stomach. At this point fear was beginning to kick in. So I ended up on my stomach on the elevated mattress thing, eyeing the nurse with instense apprehension, reminding myself why I dreaded going to the doctors before she casually informs me that she would give me the needle at the top of my left butt cheek and not into my ass.
Relief is such an unappreciated emotion.
