The ER is le scary.

I'm sure you're all wondering where I've been. Just kidding, I'm sure you don't care.

Well, I'm telling you anyway.

So, as you may know, I've been sick constantly over the last two months. It's one thing after another. I can't seem to win. Well, a week and a half ago I got a weird bump on my finger. The next day it grew to several painful bumps. I went to the doctor. He said it was a bite and it would go away. Yeah, it didn't... it got effing huge. It became about the size of a quarter and covers the middle of my middle finger on my left hand, making it hard to bend that finger... causing me to accidentally (well, in most cases anyway) flip people off. Oh fun. It's incredibly painful.

Soooo... I went to the doctor again. He was like, "Oh yuck." I was like, "Um, yeah." It had lots of puss filled blisters and it was all red and purple and gross and bleh. I have to wear a glove on my hand at work because band-aids are against health code. I get lots of weird looks from people and my new nick name is Michael Jackson. Yay.

Yeahhhh so I started taking some meds for it and putting this cream stuff on it and it started getting better.

However... yesterday my elbows itched. I asked Mark if he could see anything on my elbows (because, I can't see them unless I have a mirror. Sadly, I can't lick them either). He said yes. I was like, "wtf". After he went home, I showed my mom. We started looking up what it could possibly be. Somewhere I read that it was only bad if it was also showing up on my hands and feet. I was like, "Psh. Well, then I'm fine." I looked at my hands. I was not fine. They are covered in red, painful bumps. My feet, too. My mom freaked out and decided she was going to take me to the Emergency Room. Then I panicked. I've never been.

By the way, it was about midnight by this time. I was dead tired and already upset about the huge disgusting thing on my finger. Soooo we drove two towns over to Mountain View Hospital. The reception lady asked me dumb questions and then some guy assessed me. He rubbed some device on my forehead and it took my temperature. I was mildly amused at this, but I was still freaked out.

Then he took me back to the ER and had me sit on a bed. I had my own curtain room thing. It was special. The doctor that saw to me had an earring. He was awesome. I was still panicky, though. Across the way I saw a little boy and his mom. He was crying, and she was trying to get him to take some medicine. I felt bad for the little boy. A nurse brought him a Popsicle. I was immediately jealous. I wanted one.

The doctor looked me over, poked the bumps, asked me questions, and then went to look it up. My mom and I sat for a bit, wondering what it was. I was freaking out. I wanted to tell Mark that I was at the hospital, but I didn't want to worry him. He was already in bed, and he really needed the rest. My mom told me not to tell him. It upset me.

The doctor came back and listed off a few things that it could be. Then a nurse came and took a blood sample. I almost lost it when she shoved the needle in my arm. I've only had one other instance where this has occurred and it was years ago. I almost started crying. She left a little plastic thingy sticking out of my arm in case the would need to give me an IV.

We had to wait an hour for the results. They took me and my mom to a private room with a TV. The nurse gave me a warmed blanket and a pillow and handed me a remote. Well, let me tell you, there is nothing on at one thirty in the morning. It sucked. I was already panicking about the thing in my arm and the possibility of a bad infection.

An hour later they came back and said everything was fine and that the rash should go away in a week or two. They also said that I should stop taking the meds for my finger, because it was part of what was causing the rash. I was relieved. They took thing stupid thing out of my arm and sent us home. I got home at three in the morning. I was tired, upset, and anxious. My hands, feet, and elbows hurt. I wanted to call Mark. I wanted it all to be better.

I ended up taking something to help me sleep and was out until eleven this morning.

My rash is worse.

I am worried.


So yeah, that's my story. I'm going to the doctor tomorrow to see what the hell is up. I can't tell you how freaking annoyed I am at being sick. Not to mention all the shiz that's been happening in my life. I'm sick of college, I'm sick of people being jerks to me, and I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Mark freaked out when I told him about the hospital visit. He panicked, actually. I had to convince him I was okay. I love him lots, and I'm glad he's concerned about me, but I hate for him to be so stressed. I feel guilty about being sick, even though I can't do anything about it. This sucks majorly.

BTW, I'm getting married March 20th. Yes. I know for a fact that everything is going to work out for me and Mark. I'm so excited for my life.


That's my rant for the week. I hope you all enjoyed it.