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Well, there's a first time for everything.
MoJo rarely gets sick. In fact, I can't remember the last time I was sick when it had nothing to do with drink. But to compensate for this, I nearly always have a cold, a few each year, even in the summer, usually of the blocked nose variety.
Had a cold for months now, and I had a bit of a sore throat. No big deal. But drinking milk and water caused a burning aftertaste, which in turn made me feel sick. Imagine a burning, acidy, foul tasting sensation in your mouth and all down your throat to your stomach. Nasty.
So I stopped drinking stuff from the fridge, instead I just filled a glass straight from the tap and avoided the milk, and it stopped happening for a week or so. Went out Saturday night (saw some disturbing things, which I'd rather not mention here) and got in at about 1am. Went to bed... woke up at 3am with a really bad throat. Just breathing hurt, never mind swallowing, and for some reason my mouth was producing loads of saliva, which meant I had to swallow a lot, or spit on my carpet. The fact that I have a cold, with enough phlegm to fill a large bath, doesn't help, as it's constantly getting in my mouth, meaning I have to either swallow it (ouch) or spit on my carpet (nasty) If I were to spit in the bin, well, I'd go insane with having to get up every five seconds.
Anyway, 'twas 3am on a Sunday morning, couldn't get back to sleep since I was in too much discomfort. Spent the day lounging around. Went to bed at about 12. Woke up at 3am again, and again couldn't get back to sleep, just felt a whole lotta pain. Got out of bed at 7 with the intention of going to college, felt terrible, but got a shower and got ready. Went downstairs. Had some Day Nurse. Didn't want to get off the sofa. Took the day off.
Had a temperature, my head was pounding, and I only ate two things the whole day - a banana and a satsuma, both were agony so I didn't bother with anything else. Spent most of the day in bed before going downstairs at about 9. Went to bed at about half 10. Fell asleep at 1am. Woke up at 2am. Yes, just one hour later. Couldn't get back to sleep, so I watched TV from 2am until 8. And I only get a few channels in my room. Watched the news channels mainly, but I caught a bit of Fireman Sam on BBC2. Woo!
I could barely speak, so my dad phoned my college for me to say I wouldn't be in again. Then phoned the dentist for me to move my appointment back. Then phoned the doctor's to get me an appointment there. To my surprise, they managed to fit me in today (though when I got there it was practically empty, so my surprise was short lived) Doctor looked down my throat. Tonsillitis - which I had suspected since Monday. So I got some antibiotics and some painkillers (for some reason I just let myself suffer when I don't feel well, she was very surprised I wasn't already on painkillers - Strepsils are as close to painkillers as I got)
Came home, had some medicine, lazed around on the sofa, still barely able to speak. And who should call? The Inland Revenue (taxes - boo, hiss!) to say I'd got the job I went to the interview for WEEKS ago (last time they called me up just hours after my interview, I guess they're getting lazy) Of all the days they could possibly pick... My dad had answered the phone, and told them I wasn't well, and it was pretty funny trying to talk down the phone and answer questions when I could barely hear my own voice.
Anyway, tomorrow is the last day of college before we break up for Christmas, and I really want to go in to see my mates, see what work I have to do, pick up the DVDs my mates are lending off me and, y'know, find out when we actually go BACK. But I somehow doubt I'll be up for it. Another day of spitting a lot, not eating (I haven't eaten ANYTHING today, not one bite, and I don't even feel hungry) drinking water and tea and generally not being able to do much.
Tonsillitis sucks.
MoJo rarely gets sick. In fact, I can't remember the last time I was sick when it had nothing to do with drink. But to compensate for this, I nearly always have a cold, a few each year, even in the summer, usually of the blocked nose variety.
Had a cold for months now, and I had a bit of a sore throat. No big deal. But drinking milk and water caused a burning aftertaste, which in turn made me feel sick. Imagine a burning, acidy, foul tasting sensation in your mouth and all down your throat to your stomach. Nasty.
So I stopped drinking stuff from the fridge, instead I just filled a glass straight from the tap and avoided the milk, and it stopped happening for a week or so. Went out Saturday night (saw some disturbing things, which I'd rather not mention here) and got in at about 1am. Went to bed... woke up at 3am with a really bad throat. Just breathing hurt, never mind swallowing, and for some reason my mouth was producing loads of saliva, which meant I had to swallow a lot, or spit on my carpet. The fact that I have a cold, with enough phlegm to fill a large bath, doesn't help, as it's constantly getting in my mouth, meaning I have to either swallow it (ouch) or spit on my carpet (nasty) If I were to spit in the bin, well, I'd go insane with having to get up every five seconds.
Anyway, 'twas 3am on a Sunday morning, couldn't get back to sleep since I was in too much discomfort. Spent the day lounging around. Went to bed at about 12. Woke up at 3am again, and again couldn't get back to sleep, just felt a whole lotta pain. Got out of bed at 7 with the intention of going to college, felt terrible, but got a shower and got ready. Went downstairs. Had some Day Nurse. Didn't want to get off the sofa. Took the day off.
Had a temperature, my head was pounding, and I only ate two things the whole day - a banana and a satsuma, both were agony so I didn't bother with anything else. Spent most of the day in bed before going downstairs at about 9. Went to bed at about half 10. Fell asleep at 1am. Woke up at 2am. Yes, just one hour later. Couldn't get back to sleep, so I watched TV from 2am until 8. And I only get a few channels in my room. Watched the news channels mainly, but I caught a bit of Fireman Sam on BBC2. Woo!
I could barely speak, so my dad phoned my college for me to say I wouldn't be in again. Then phoned the dentist for me to move my appointment back. Then phoned the doctor's to get me an appointment there. To my surprise, they managed to fit me in today (though when I got there it was practically empty, so my surprise was short lived) Doctor looked down my throat. Tonsillitis - which I had suspected since Monday. So I got some antibiotics and some painkillers (for some reason I just let myself suffer when I don't feel well, she was very surprised I wasn't already on painkillers - Strepsils are as close to painkillers as I got)
Came home, had some medicine, lazed around on the sofa, still barely able to speak. And who should call? The Inland Revenue (taxes - boo, hiss!) to say I'd got the job I went to the interview for WEEKS ago (last time they called me up just hours after my interview, I guess they're getting lazy) Of all the days they could possibly pick... My dad had answered the phone, and told them I wasn't well, and it was pretty funny trying to talk down the phone and answer questions when I could barely hear my own voice.
Anyway, tomorrow is the last day of college before we break up for Christmas, and I really want to go in to see my mates, see what work I have to do, pick up the DVDs my mates are lending off me and, y'know, find out when we actually go BACK. But I somehow doubt I'll be up for it. Another day of spitting a lot, not eating (I haven't eaten ANYTHING today, not one bite, and I don't even feel hungry) drinking water and tea and generally not being able to do much.
Tonsillitis sucks.
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I have had Tonsillitis before.
Oh, and all the sickness/needing the toilet all the time (7-8 times so far today, and it's not even 2pm) is caused by the penicillin, not the tonsillitus itself. But I have to keep taking it for a bit longer... bah. Stupid side effects.
Her tonsils grew back! Kill it! Kill iiiiiit!
Ahem...
Anyway, my throat's quite better now, and I've got my voice back (mostly) but I still feel awul. Got a terrible taste in the back of my throat, I'm sick as a dog and when I eat/drink I get chest pains... And we're having Chinese tonight.... WHY?! Why must God taunt me by not letting me eat one of my favourite meals?!
It makes me sick...
Ahem...
Anyway, my throat's quite better now, and I've got my voice back (mostly) but I still feel awul. Got a terrible taste in the back of my throat, I'm sick as a dog and when I eat/drink I get chest pains... And we're having Chinese tonight.... WHY?! Why must God taunt me by not letting me eat one of my favourite meals?!
It makes me sick...
You have my upmost sympathy.
During my time at infant school *yawns* I had tonsilitis repetatively. Like I was missing months off of school due to it becuase I would get it then it would go then the next month its back again...
So they took my tonsils *and adonoids* out. I got a blue hop skotch thing for it - a dose of ice cream yet I hated the whole time. I remember vividly them putting the anasphetic in me via a butterfly tube and I was drugged up then the doctor said 'you want them in a jar' then I cant remember from that!
The other thing was the blood and taste of it - i was in a private room and I had a funky bed with a tv remote and remote for the bed to! I had a button for immediate assistance and would of been basking in glory if it werent for the constant coughing up blood - loads and loads of it. Most painful thing!
Some nurse driven by satan fed me cheese and onion crisps.. CRISPS! They sliced at my already sliced throat. The pain. She said it was to take the c**p out from throat. I hope they have disgarded this method.
I am now 17 and I do not think i have ever suffered it since *phews* Though my freaky aunt's grew back... twice.
During my time at infant school *yawns* I had tonsilitis repetatively. Like I was missing months off of school due to it becuase I would get it then it would go then the next month its back again...
So they took my tonsils *and adonoids* out. I got a blue hop skotch thing for it - a dose of ice cream yet I hated the whole time. I remember vividly them putting the anasphetic in me via a butterfly tube and I was drugged up then the doctor said 'you want them in a jar' then I cant remember from that!
The other thing was the blood and taste of it - i was in a private room and I had a funky bed with a tv remote and remote for the bed to! I had a button for immediate assistance and would of been basking in glory if it werent for the constant coughing up blood - loads and loads of it. Most painful thing!
Some nurse driven by satan fed me cheese and onion crisps.. CRISPS! They sliced at my already sliced throat. The pain. She said it was to take the c**p out from throat. I hope they have disgarded this method.
I am now 17 and I do not think i have ever suffered it since *phews* Though my freaky aunt's grew back... twice.
My best mate suffers from tonsillitis every year, I just hope you get well for Thursday!
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I know no-one 'enjoys' being ill, but I despise it with a passion.
even just a sniffle, where my nose is running all the time, or if I'm sneezing, fills me with indescribable rage. I've not been properly ill for years though, which is good.
I've always found the best cure for illness is almost none stop sleep, and a steady diet of television and computer games.
even just a sniffle, where my nose is running all the time, or if I'm sneezing, fills me with indescribable rage. I've not been properly ill for years though, which is good.
I've always found the best cure for illness is almost none stop sleep, and a steady diet of television and computer games.
like on Jackass the movie where steve-o snorts wasami (or whatever it's called)
Don't know, but my friend Paul snorts curry powder. Ouch.
The seeds. Ja.
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