Sickish. Quite the Understatement
Remeber that sickish feeling that I spoke of on my birthday? My birthday present was mono. I'm in the hospital right now, I was admitted yesterday. No fun at all. I was actually diagnosed last thursday, then went home friday night because I could barely talk. I tried to recover, but early sunday morning I could hardly breathe. My throat was so swollen I'd try to swallow but I couldn't. I came into the hospital and they hooked me up on a mega iv for a couple hours which helped immensely. The gave me some drugs and sent me home. I didn't improve for two days. Finally mom figured we should see someone, so we came in to see a throat specialist. He said we couldn't take care of it at home and that I needed to go into the hospital to get an IV treatment. Here I am. Ugh. Sounds like I'll probably be able to go home tomorrow, and if things keep improving I'll even still be able to be in the play. I don't know what I'd do if I couldn't; that's three months of my life that would just be shot. Hopefully things will keep improving.
I've had quite a few visitors over here, which has been really nice. Tonight has been the first time I've been able to get internet access, and even a dialup is wonderful. My voice is even coming back, and Courtney may even swing by tonight, so I guess things are looking up. Then again, I'd have to be dying for them to be looking a whole lot worse.