The one and only Blogspot

So, being the complete idiot I am, I decided to get a Blogspot account. I've come across the site before, and have no idea, frankly, whether I belong here or not. However, seeing as how I felt I needed exposure to some more normal (and by normal of course I mean, "less spastic") blogging and reading, I figured this was appropriate.

The reason I fear I'm out of place here is because I have no idea what the age group that uses this is. From what I can gather, a lot of older (and much wiser) people blog on here, so I feel slightly intimidated. While I do consider myself to be a (semi) intelligent person, I am after all only 17, and there is a lot in life I have yet to experience.

But we'll see how this goes. It may turn into a nice place to jot my thoughts down. It will not, however, be one of those places where you can find amazing and artistic diatribes, profound messages on the issues of the world today, or-well, anything profound (a.k.a. Little Nuggest 'O Wisdom) for that matter.

Onto my first topic. Today. I am ill. Extremely ill; the doctor says apparently it's sinusitis/bronchitis. I can say with conviction that I am not suprised in the least. Of course though, going from getting extremely sick four times a year to two times a year and now down to once is an extreme improvement. Especially because the last visit to the doctor found me diagnosed with "chronic asthmatic bronchitis". "Asthma"is an alarm word for me, as my father has always had problems with his, so I was relatively wary. The doctor was quick to calm me that time, and inform me that this just meant it worsened quickly and had a love for attacking my lungs. All I had to say in reply was, "Lovely."

I discovered I was sick yesterday morning like so: (I quote Jeremy Hotz, the great comedian) I woke up, tried to breathe and only got "puh" *or some other sound effect for a little exhaled puff of air* I stretched my limbs only to discover that they were aching. Then the chills started. And no, this isn't even the best part, no that came when I tried to lift my head off the pillow. Damn thing felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

God was laughing at me that day. Let's just say that I was not amused.

Anyway, so I get up, I trudge off to school, proceed to complain because I feel like shit, sit through Davis' Economics class and listen to him say "basically" five thousand times, sit through an extremely interesting AP English class as we began "Hamlet" (there was actually no sarcasm intended there, that was the good part of the day), and then waddled off to Pre-Calc to suffer in the unfathomable, unimaginably agony that is mathematics. I walked out of Pre-Calc at 11:30, knocked my head into the wall and said, "Maybe it's time to go home now." I finally went home (where I should have stayed to begin with) and slept off and on for a few hours. Had chills. Felt queasy. Woke up today and went to the doctor.

Yes, it did turn into a long story. I'm on antibiotics; which, by the way, my mother informed me this morning that it's not good to take antibiotics long term because it reduces your body's natural ability to fight diseases (which I already knew, but out of courtesy [or some sort of pity] let her tell me again) When she said this, I looked at her and said, "I don't care right now. Just get me some damn medicine." (I am SO a morning person. And a sick person. I'm sure you can imagine). So after dealing with the pharmacist (and by some grand miracle not maiming or killing the man) I got the medication that will hopefully kick this infection's ass.

And there, look, it turned into an even longer story. I suppose I'm bored. I really would've rather not miss school today, as I have work in Math, a test in Economics, etc. I also missed the Prom Committee meeting, which sadly, does in fact give me some small sense of satisfaction. No, I don't get out much. How did you know?

Well, I am now seeing three of everything I look at. I guess my body's trying to tell me to drink some water and sleep. We'll see if I wake up again. Maybe I don't want to. Being sick makes life a lot shittier.