Went to the doctor today, after deciding not to put up with the fever, the earache, the headache, the full-body irritant of not being able to swallow, and the bloodshot eyes.
After hemming and hawing a bit and pronouncing that I have far more 'swollen glands' than the typical cold sufferer, the doctor proposed a new culprit to the mix. He thinks there's a possibility I might have mono.
As in the kissing disease.
As in 'you did not just say in English, it's known as the kissing disease' in front of my puritanical mother.
As in, I am TOO DAMN OLD TO BE HAVING THE MONO.
He took blood, prescribed something (it says reassuringly on the label that it tastes like pineapple) and now I'm going to bed where maybe I will die. Or at least stop coughing.
After hemming and hawing a bit and pronouncing that I have far more 'swollen glands' than the typical cold sufferer, the doctor proposed a new culprit to the mix. He thinks there's a possibility I might have mono.
As in the kissing disease.
As in 'you did not just say in English, it's known as the kissing disease' in front of my puritanical mother.
As in, I am TOO DAMN OLD TO BE HAVING THE MONO.
He took blood, prescribed something (it says reassuringly on the label that it tastes like pineapple) and now I'm going to bed where maybe I will die. Or at least stop coughing.
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