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antihistamine dependent

8-9-'^o1: 4:21pm

so the previously mentioned strep-throat-like sickness eventually eveolved into a cold+cough+feelinglikecrap sickness. after kelly sent me home from colourguard rehersal, i figured that i better pay yet another visit to the doctor.

this time was scores more irritating than previous adventures, though. first off, i had to fill out a new information form. i despise filling out forms. then, it seemed like EVERYONE got to see a doctor before i did. as in...people came in a good half hour after me and they got to see a doctor before i did. i thought that maybe i had gotten over my paranoid everyone-thinks-i'm-a-hypochondriac deal...but it started to come back as i was the last one sitting in the waiting room, an hour or so after i had checked in, and finally got called in.

getting weighed was depressing. why do i even bother dieting and all that crap? i just kept telling myself that excersize builds muscle and muscle weighs more than fat so that's the case...but it didn't make it any more fabulous to find out that i weigh more now than i did after christmas, for chrissakes.

then, the nurse took me to one of those white rooms, singing a praise song. as a matter of fact...she sang a praise song the entire time she was taking a look at me. i got the feeling that she was singing because she thought i needed to be saved. more paranoid feelings ensued.

fortunately, this time i got smart and brought a book and my cd player. i did, however, spy an interesting high fashion magazine in the bin...which happened to be from 2001 instead of 1995 like the rest of them. so i looked at it. BAD idea, especially after the aforementioned scale adventure.

it was at least half an hour before the doctor came to see me. or should i say, nurse practitioner. no doctor for me. but i was cool with this...i figured that since i had given them a long list of symptoms [ started with sore throat and moved to coughing crap up that tasted like metal, stuffy nose, plugged ears ] and because i have a history of bronchial infections that she would give me an antibiotic and get my ass out of there.

HA. riiiiiiiiiiiight.

not only did she not give me an antibiotic, but she told me that my lungs sounded clear, my ears were clear, and my throat looked perfectly fine. as right as that may have been, it seemed strange that' i'd feel so crappy. she kept looking at me like i was crazy, and eventually told me that i didn't have a bacterial infection [ like i had suggested, seeing that when i would have the same symptoms it would always come down to that ], but instead was suffering from allergies. now...i'm not one to argue with a professional but...what the hell? allergies? from where? why now?

she left the room, came back with two weeks worth of claratin d samples. antihistamine.told me to come back if i was still having problems. two hours for that. at least i got free claratin out of it, i guess.

so now, i'm feeling better after getting rest. still have a stuffy nose. still have a runny/stuffy nose. still coughing. still having problems with plugged ears. i think they're trying to get me chemically dependent on claratin d so that i'll buy it for the rest of my life. if this crap isn't gone by band camp, i'm going to be pissed.

anyway, so last night was katrina's big party...which basically consisted of us sitting around watching terrible movies...and a break at midnight or so when we dressed up two of my guy friends and put makeup on them and took them to winco. crazy. saw two particularly memorable movies: barbarella, which was like a space-themed porno with all the graphic sex scenes taken out, and robot ninja. robot ninja was the b-est of b-movies [ the same guy wrote, directed, produced, acted in, and wrote/performed the music for it. also worked a camera at times ]...and surprisingly, one of the most disgusting. the gore in it was FAR more gruesome than and high-budget film i've seen. i involuntarily closed my eyes once. anyway, it's a flick you'd have to see for yourself...if only for the song at the very end. we also viewed classics such as akira and utena...two movies which continually fail to make sense to me. i hadn't seen utena before...i fell asleep for about half an hour of it but was told that being awake wouldn't have made it make any more sense. something about people turning into cars and...er...yeah. i must be too stupid and american to get it.

came back early this morning and crashed for about three hours. now, i am working myself into a frenzy about quartet rehersal. good lord. i thought i had gotten rid of the life-sucking stress for at least a little while...i guess i wasn't so lucky. breathe. it'll all be over at 4pm on saturday and i'll be able to go to jed's party...hopefully in peace.

band camp next week...augh. i was really in the mood for it like, a month ago...but then i realized that to survive this fall i'm going to need to seperate myself from high school. i kept talking like i still went there or something. so now, i'm kind of like "cool, i'll help" but i'm not going to stay or anything. i feel kind of bad because i acted overly gung-ho about it all and people are going to come back and think "what happened to her?" but to tell you the truth i don't really care. i mean...i'll be just as much of a help if i go home at night as i would have been if i had stayed, right? and the whole less-stress thing is quite appealing. along with taking showers at my own house.

to sum it up...somewhere in there, i stopped counting down the days until band camp. i think that's a good thing.

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