Saturday, December 6, 2008

Infectious Mononucleosis

Yeah, so here I am blogging again!!! That's twice in a 30 day period, aren't you so proud of me?? It's been a bit of a rough two weeks or so. Last Friday, I had an awful experience with my Mono. I was with Tim in Panera Bread, waiting for his mom to come pick us back up again, but I was pretty much face-down on the table. I couldn't move. Tim didn't understand what was happening, he just thought I was having a hard time getting moving after waking up, which I hadn't done, since I hadn't gone to sleep. Somehow I managed to drag myself out to the car and then just plopped. We got outside my house to have me change for work, but I kept telling them I couldn't go. I tried to explain that I couldn't move, but they didn't understand. Shirley, Tim's mom, started to lecture me about how ridiculous I was being and that acting like a little girl and just saying I can't go to work is just not helping. I started bawling my eyes out trying to explain that I just couldn't move. They still just didn't understand, and proceded to call Renee to get her to come get me to go. So Renee shows up and feels my forehead and says I'm burning up. I was hysterical saying how they wouldn't believe me and that they thought I was making it up. I just couldn't stop crying. Tim and Shirley were explaining that they didn't understand what was happening. They decided to take me back to Renee's house so I could get some help and lie down. By the time we got there, Vick and Bethel Willingham were there, because Renee was supposed to be watching Sophie for the evening while they went to the Caps game. Vick came out as Tim was trying to lift me out of the car. He had a really bad hold on me, so Vick ended up picking me up and putting me in Renee and Brian's bed. I still hadn't stopped crying the whole time. I eventually calmed down, and Vick ran out to the store, and bought me gatorade, which they gave me in a sippy cup. My temperature ended up being normal, but they bundled me in a down comfyter. Long story short, I haven't been to work in over 2 weeks. I got a doctor note on wednesday, saying that I have an infectious disease that causes extreme fatigue. It gets me out of work until at least wednesday, at which point I'm supposed to go in for a follow-up visit. We'll see what they determine. I'm not thinking that I'm going to be feeling any better by Wednesday. I can't ask Dad for more money, he said that loaning me money for my December rent (which must be repaid...with interest) was the last time they'd help; I would have to find "other options" I'd already borrowed money from Shirley and Renee. I'm guessing he wants me to become a hooker, stripper or as Renee thought up, I could work at Hooters!! Yes I think that would be a wonderful "other option" I mean my mother already thinks I'm a whore, I suppose it wouldn't make much difference, would it? So now I'm going to go to the Bishop to ask for help, something I really really don't want to do. I hate having to admit that I can't always make it on my own. So I guess that's my update for now. I just hope I don't get mono at least four times like Lindsey has...

1 comment:

Andy said...

Hope you feel better soon and find some way to get through the month.