I’ve decided that the most important (and favorite) part of my body is my throat.

I’m being serious.

This past week, I’ve been in rigorous dance mode - in the cold, rain, late hours of the night, every night - you name it, I was doing it. Sometime in that time, I must have caught someone’s nasty bacteria cause, shit, it caused some massive cut ups in my throat, the swelling of my tongue, cuts under my lip, a fat ass lip, etc. etc. That paired with my 3 - yes, not 1, not 2, but 3 - lymph nodes, I was not a fucking happy child. 

So I had no idea what was wrong with me, and I started worrying it was frickin’ mono or something, so I took my ass to the Tang Center and got a check up. Later that night, I was diagnosed with fucking strep throat. STREP THROAT. WTF?! I’ve never been diagnosed with anything before! Ridiculous. Okay, yeah, this is probably my body telling me to calm the fuck down, but seriously, this is not a time I can be calming down. I have commitments to uphold! Regardless, strep throat, chronic fatigue, dizziness, body aches (ALL. THE. FUCKING. TIME.) and just…. issues.

The word to sum up Berkeley this semester so far: ISSUES.

Anyway, out of all the issues that have been coming up this week so far, out of all the pain that I’ve felt, I’ve decided that the worst part was my throat. It’s not a sore throat people, it felt like someone literally cut up the back of my throat so every time I would swallow something - water included - it would burn. THIS MEANS NO FOOD. I CAN’T EAAAAT ANYTHINGGGGGGGGG. Especially solid foods, cause I’ll just want to kill myself. Body pains, I can deal with. Headaches, I can deal with. But not being able to eat anything because it fucking hurts? NOT COOL. NOT. COOL.

 

But it’s getting better. HAHA. And now I’m stuffing my face. Wuddup. I’ve also stopped with my constant intake of ibuprofen and flu meds (which I supposedly should not have been taking. hehe) and now am pounding back penicillin. Meh. I’ve been through worse, and I’m good. It gets better! Always!

And while I’ve had to cancel my fucking trip to Vegas this fucking weekend to celebrate my BEST FRIEND’S FUCKING BIRTHDAY because of this fucking bacterial virus shit, I’ll be at [M] Core Retreat trying not to spit on anyone. HAHA. So for the next week or so, no swapping spit with me, people. And no sharing forks.