Diagnosis In

After almost two weeks of being incredibly sick, my roommate finally called me out and told me I had to go to the doctor. 

Then my soccer team made it to the championship game this Friday evening and I HAVE to play in that game! 

So, because my roommate is looking out for me and because I must play in the soccer game...

I finally went to the doctor... and I have a sinus infection... and I'm now on drugs.

Why is it then that I feel WORSE today than I have in like three days?! Stupid antibiotics aren't working... 

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The nurse at my doctor's appointment yesterday was really mean. She checked me in, took my vitals and then as she went to get my doctor, she said in a sarcastic and cruel tone, "I hope you feel better." Yeah right. Real convincing.

Well, it just so happened that I needed to get a shot yesterday too. So, this same crazy nurse comes back in my room to give me my shot, and I'm just like "this woman is about to stick a needle in my arm and she's pissed off at the world! she's really going to jam that needle in hard and take things out on me!"

So, I think to myself, maybe this woman just needs to talk a little. So, in an effort to protect my arm from being killed (this particular shot was a deep tissue shot... so she really could have taken advantage of that fact just to hurt me a little extra!) and in an effort to make this woman relax a little, I simply ask her if she's having a good day. I've never experienced how one simple question can initiate such a prattle of word vomit! This nurse seriously just starts venting about how horrible her day has been and how this person did that and how that person responded like this... Blah blah blah... And I'm just sitting there thinking... "Oh my gosh woman! You are about to stick a needle in my arm! Get a hold of yourself!"

Well, we end up talking about the issue (bad-experience-at-work-day as it were) and she's about to go in for the kill on my arm when in a last ditch attempt at protecting my poor arm from experiencing utter pain and inebriation, I feebly say, "I'm so sorry about your day. Please don't take your frustration out on my arm."

Yes I actually said that.

And the nurse stopped (thank God because she was in mid motion at the time!), took a deep breath and stuck the needle in my arm. Luckily it didn't hurt so bad after all. 

And I got a tasmanian devil band aid for it. Cool.