The Queen's Rambles

My throat was getting so bad that drinking water made me cry. I have had a fever for four days. I just wasn’t getting better and my lymph nodes were the size of baseballs. I did something completely out of character and went to the urgent care. I figured they wouldn’t do anything for me, but I was going to start crying until they gave me something.

Luckily I didn’t have to cry.

Actually I did cry, but not because they made me cry. I was just so run down and in pain and emotional that I couldn’t quit. She took one look at my throat and didn’t even bother to do the strep swab. She said I have one of the worst cases of strep throat she’s seen in years. No wonder even drinking water feels like sucking down red hot ground glass. I am so hungry that I bought some slimfast. The little tiny gritty pieces were like swallowing needle spiked rocks.

Anyway, I have a z-pack and I am hoping it will work fast. It has already given me digestive woes. I have yogurt as a preemptive strike against a yeast infection. We’ll see what happens.

My dad is now on a feeding tube and morphine. I think they are taking him off the drugs later today. Death in modern times is so difficult. They could keep him alive a long time with the drugs, but he will never be able to go home when he is off them. He can’t even breath without his oxygen mask. They expected him to be ready to go sooner, but they underestimated his strength. Imagine how long he would have lived if he wasn’t a raging alcoholic?

My sister is trying really hard to be helpful, but she can’t focus. You can’t trust her for five seconds. She was really ragging on me to let her take Erik to her house, but that just was not going to happen and I told her exactly why: she drives like a maniac, has a drug dealer living in her garage and everyone over there smokes pot because they have medical cards. Erik is not gong over there. He was pissed at me because she kept making excuses.

He is so ready to go home. His two older cousins are both sick, thus they don’t want to play. Grandma isn’t around at all. Mike flew home today. It is just one big ball of boring over here.

I really should have taken Ellen’s suggestion and bought earplugs. Bud, the giant lab, has been fine. He was just excited the first night we were here and couldn’t decide who to sleep with. However, my mother is insane. She got up at 2:30 this morning and started washing dishes and cooking a bunch of food. I guess that’s how she deals with stress.

Ok, I gotta go see if I can eat some pudding or something. I’m starving. I haven’t had anything but a glass of slimfast today. Do I know how to party, or what?