After spending the last two months on Tylenol, I've finally been to the hospital last night. The pain had been constant for over three days, which means no sleep, and no way to study for all my finals coming up next week.
So I went to Jeffrey Hales, the local English hospital. The waiting is always shorter there since people seem to think you need to speak English to go there. I still spent over 4 hours sitting in the ER, the Tylenol I had taken was all gone, and I was left with this really bad pain and nothing to do but sit in a plastic chair and stare at the wall.
I finally saw a doctor at about 12h15, and less than 15 minutes later, I was on my way home with a prescription for three different pills, and another for a more advance exam of my throat.
I took a pill for the pain about 30 minutes ago, and now I feel about ready to drop, even though I already slept through most of the early afternoon. But the pain is still slightly there. Nice. The secondary effects are worst then the intended effect.
My mom also checked in our Medical Dictionnary what was the infection the doctor thought I might have. Of course, she read it all the way through, so I'm suppose to end up dying of cancer. I guess the good part is no more school.
I think I'll try to read a few math chapters before I fall asleep on top of my laptop. (good lord, and it's only 8pm)
There were the ramblings of me, eavily drugged, but still able to write in English, even if it's not my mother tongue.
Good night y'all.
posted by PHy @ 7:59 PM
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