So my diagnosis was wrong. i had what is called community induced pneumonia. what a long way away from my simple laryngitis. i def knew something was really wrong considering i could barely stand up without the world doing a spin around me and all the while people going "are you ok now?" and you dont want to worry them cos you hardly know them, plus i have always been more on the closed side of things and thus you have the additional effort of trying to look "not sick, strut around confidently and cough less and attract less attention.
and finally am in Dr josephs familiar office which is already comforting and he goes "alright time for you to spend some quality time with us here" and none of my "give me tablets and let me of" is working, he is adamant and to prove his point he shoves the x ray at me where i can see nicely spread patches of sputum decorating my lungs.
he also adds terrible consequences likely to come as a result of my "frivolous" behaviour and all am thinking is when we did we get on such friendly grounds for my doc to term me frivolous?
right.
i have an intense hatred towards hospitals. as much as i love doctors and getting tested now and then for a variety of diseases that my mind convinces me that i do have, i hate the thought of spending a night here.
i hate the smell and more more importantly, i hate people coming to see me.
i look a wreck
so i warn mom and dad and ask them to stay silent. they agree.
but i forget A in my tired mode.
and well.
you cant really blame him. he meant well.
i am back after being Iv"d repeatedly and given the nebuliser and a truck load of medicines
one of them looks like gems.
i have not much to say except i def need to do more yoga and eat green.
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