I get sick a lot. Correction: I never stop being sick. I’ve had a nasty case of tonsillitis for the past year that won’t be operated on until December, which means that the only people on the planet with worse immune systems than me are AIDS patients, and maybe hamsters.
Last Monday, I started getting more sick than my usual case of constant exhaustion and golf balls in my throat (LOL Rob has balls in his throat!). It got worse throughout the week and over the weekend, and came to a head on Tuesday, when I didn’t go to any classes. I drank me up some Vitamin C, downed a bunch of Advil, and got lots of sleep, but my body decided, nope, it wasn’t going to cooperate, and my fever spiked high enough to wake me up at 4 in the morning, sweating and not breathing well. So I headed to the student Health Center to have a doctor get me some medicine.
The doctor was nice enough to see me without an appointment. She gave me the regular checkup and deduced that, because of that aforementioned immune system issue, I have, “everything that’s going around… Yep, probably swine flu.” She proceeded to then not prescribe me anything.
That’s right, people, I’ve had swine flu for nearly two weeks and all I’ve done to combat it is take some Advil. Yes, I’m still sick enough to have missed class all week, and the doctor decided to prescribe me something to quicken my recovery today, but that’s beside the point.
The point is, stop bitching. And stop listening to the news media. You’re not going to die from swine flu.