Sick

Ugh! [I cough, groan, and curl into a ball] I hate being sick. Yesterday after church I was at Walmart, getting some absolutely necessary supplies for a science project, and waiting on a bench for my friend to get out of late service and come pick me up. I had only had five hours sleep, and I had a headache, so I was not feeling the best. I remember that I forgot to get the glue, so I go back inside to buy it, and I start to feel dizzy. As I wait in line, there is a problem with the checkout in front of me, and as it goes on and on I feel like I'm going to pass out. When it's my turn, I slap down the glue (proud of myself for staying upright) and fumbling throw 3 dollars down. The cashier asks me if I have two pennies. Do I have two pennies? I can't even see my purse. I'm going to fall over and you want me to find some pennies? I manage to buy the glue and I rush to my bench, feeling horrendous. I second later I think I'm going to throw up. So I rush back through the store to the bathroom. I'm going to pass out on a wallmart floor. I can't believe this. I feel less nauseous after I get there, but now I'm all trembly. My face in the mirror is so white that my lips look bright red, even though I know they are cracked and dry.
My friend shows up after another half hour. We try to go to the student heath clinic, but it's closed on the weekends. I don't want to go to the emergency room, so she drops me off at my dorm. For the next few hours I toss restlessly in bed, calling home and telling my mom it's okay; she doesn't have to come up. Finally at four o'clock my mom convinces me to find someone to drive me to a clinic downtown that's open til five. Jason gets his car and drives me, and, after going the wrong way on Providence, we finally get there.
Then it's a lot of filling out forms, etc. The doctor comes in to see me, and does all that normal doctor-y stuff, asks me questions, etc. He makes me get up and try to walk putting one foot heal to toe in front of the other one. He tells me to hold my hands out, close my eyes, and touch my finger to my nose. I sit back down and wait breathless to see what he'll say (well, yeah.,. cuz breathing hurts). I'm almost afraid that they're is nothing wrong with me; that I've dragged everyone on a wild goose chase for nothing. Then the doctor says "You've got a sinus and ear infection" and goes on to explain to be how that throws my balance off, etc. Ohhh I think, I never would have guessed that. So he writes me a prescription, and off I go, dragging poor Jason to Walgreens. That took like 40 min (I miss my Kaye Pharmacy). But to end this sad tale of woe, I'm now on 3 different medicines: Meclizine (take three times a day), Amoxicillin (twice a day) and 12 hour Sudafed. Which I'm sure is more information than you ever wanted to know about my sickness. So, yeah, I’m still feeling miserable, but at least not as bad as yesterday morning; thanks to my mom's insistence that I take care of things right away. The road to recovery may not be fun, but at least it's better than staying in Sicktown.