Hi guise! I'm just here to rant about how much my spring break sucks.

So for my entire spring break, I've been laying in my bed with a towel on my head but thanks to technology I kept myself entertained for the week. Days and days of disgusting cherry-flavored medicine and gigantic pills that I had to shove down my throat. Well, good thing my fever stopped yesterday but now I'm feeling even more debilitated.

Everything that goes down my esophagus comes right back up after an hour and I'm really tired of looking down at the toilet. (no, I'm not bulimic)
Then I started to imagine absurd scenarios and thought I had evil mutant parasites in my body since I had all the symptoms y'know. And then I considered that I might be pregnant but that's not possible unless I'm asexual, which I'm not. Now that I mention asexual reproduction, I remember that I used to call it self-cest since you're pretty much self-reproducing. -immature giggling-

Anyways, this was pretty much my whole week:

Monday- Wake up and find myself sweating a waterfall.
Tuesday- Drink nasty medicine and sleep.
Wednesday- Screw the medicine, let's just lay in bed and drown in my sweat.
Thursday- Go to the pharmacy and get weird stares because I look like a drunk man when I walk.
Friday- Goodbye fever!
Saturday- Holyshet. ohdearbbyjesus. Wake up and find myself in excruciating pain especially in the stomach.
Sunday- Eat breakfast. Throw it back up. Eat lunch. Throw that back up.  Eat dinner. Throw that back up too. (involuntarily of course)