My brother is getting over the chicken pox. He came home from school last week after passing out in the library and being rushed to the emergency room. As he was hooked up to heart monitors to make sure nothing was seriously wrong, mom noticed the first few telltale spots forming. Dr. Idiot insisted that it wasn’t the chicken pox. He’s just now past the part where you fantasize about ripping your skin off. We think he passed out because he hardly had anything to eat that day, and he’s normally a very good eater.
As for me, I’ve been incredibly busy with schoolwork. This is the last 10 days of the semester, which means the workload is really intense. I am exhausted. Once the semester is over, I think I’ll be crashing for a solid week, at least.
Done with psychology (YAY!). Two English papers to go.
In just a few hours, I meet with the pulmonologist for the first time. I’m nervous, especially since I found out that he’s in the same office building as the DOOMatologist that I had a catastrophic experience with the year before last. With any luck, he’ll be nothing like that DOOMatologist, and maybe he’ll even know what to do with me. Ah, a girl can dream...
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HUGS SOUL SISTER! Hugs to Isaiah! Just soak him in chamomile lotion, and an oatmeal bath, that'll help with the itching. Has he been home for the past 2 weeks now that you know he has it?
ReplyDeleteAs for the pulmonologist *Hugs* it'll be okay. *Crosses fingers that this is not Dr. Asshat version 2.0*
Love you Soul Sister!
~Am~
He's over the itching, and he's back in school taking those pain-in-the-ass standardized tests. He was only sick for a week.
ReplyDeleteThe pulmonologist...he was ok. No Dr. Asshat, but the only way I'm going to get a doc who gets me is to go out-of-state to a specialist. I'll write about it when I'm less tired. Yesterday was a loooooong day.