My little sister was up at 3:00 this yesterday morning throwing up. We still don't know why. Some ridiculous twenty-four hour bug. But this is not the issue, of course.
So, three weeks ago now, I got unbelievably sick. I might as well have coughed up a fucking lung; I was so dead. I wanted to like... cease to exist. It started getting better around the middle of the week, but then it got worse again. My mum freaked out, thought it might be swine flu. Three hours in a waiting room (where I probably would have caught swine flu, if not, spread it even more) and a doctor's visit later, I was prescribed Nasonex and told to take Advil Cold & Sinus if my sinuses began to get worse.
Figuring that this was the end, I happily went to my grandmother's shin-dig with the fam-damn-ily, her "partner" and his family. He supplied Boston Pizza. And don't get me wrong, I love BP. But something was definitely up with those pizzas. On the drive home, I began to feel progressively worse. I got home and raced to the toilet, falling asleep on the bathroom floor, which is what I do whenever I feel like I'm going to/have been sick. I never did throw up, but I felt like shit for three straight days. So for a good week and a half, I didn't eat a morsel. Not that I'm complaining. I could always bear to lose a few pounds (do not confuse this with anorexia or I WILL find you and hurt you).
What really bugs me is my self-named diagnosis of Affective Munchausen's Disorder. IDEK if that makes any sense, but I will explain further. Munchausen's is a disorder where the patient takes various dangerous doses of medication/poisons/etc. to simulate the symptoms of diseases to satisfy their need for attention/sympathy/affection/and so on. There is Munchausen's By Proxy, where the patient projects these symptoms onto another (through the same use of medication, etc.), generally a mother onto their child, for the same purposes. But this is not what I mean by "affective." I mean that I see the symptoms and manifestation of an illness/virus in those around me, and convince myself that I have caught it the minute I know it's around.
For example, my little sister. I slept right through her little episode, and woke up in the morning with high spirits, ready for the day. But as I was getting ready to go downstairs, Mim spoke up:
Mim: Hey, Beauty?
Beauty: heading downstairs Yeah, Mim?
Mim: Never mind.
Beauty: No, what? (this was a particularly bad decision...)
Mim: Well, I would suggest brushing your teeth in the downstairs bathroom. And you should step over Smallish Bear on your way in.
Beauty: proceeds to feel her stomach begin roiling Oh... Why?
Mim: She's been throwing up since three this morning.
Beauty: groans and passes on eating breakfast
Yes. I went to school that day, and felt like poop the entire day. I still don't feel 100% yet. And that's pissing me out royally.
I really just want to punch someone in the face right now. D:
blaring speakers;: evacuate the dance floor; cascada