Stop the Insanity

I'm on my way to my fourth doctor's appointment in a month, where I'll be treated for one of my numerous ailments and most likely pick up another one on the side. Honestly, I'm a walking bag of diseases. Right now, I'm haunted by the itch of scabies and the lingering effects of a bronchitis-induced cough.

This is the year of the rat, and I'm a rat...so I suppose it's not my luckiest year. Still, why me? I did get peroneal tendonitis in Turkey last month, which was my own fault since I was wearing stiletto heels on rough cobblestone. Of course, I kept walking on my foot because I was on vacation in Turkey! The only thing that would've stopped me is a broken leg. Then I came back a few weeks later and got food poisoning at home. How ironic is that? I don't get food poisoning in a foreign country but in my immaculate germ-free home from home cooked food.

I barely made it back to school and everything was all right (foot healing very slowly) until the week of my birthday, when I got a sudden and intense itch in the middle of the night. It turned out that I somehow got scabies in Turkey (most likely) as well. Then I went through treatment for that (among a lot of itching), and now I'm still itching two weeks later and heading back to the good old waiting room. The doctor always look at my chart and remarks on what a healthy human being I am. Then he (or she) scratches his head when he sees the impressive number of trips to the waiting room that I've racked up in the past month.

When I got treated for scabies two weeks ago, I was sitting between two coughing people in the waiting room...and guess what? I got a sore throat and a cough a few days later. So...I ate soup all of last week, coughed so hard at night that I couldn't sleep, and itched on the side.

I'm not sure that I can take any more of this. Please please please. This is the absolute worst semester to get sick. I doubt I could keep up with all of my classes even if I were well, so this is asking me for the impossible. Instead of telling myself that I'll be all right, I just want to crawl back into bed and sleep (Except I know that I'll be itching if I do that). I promise to exercise once I get better (If I ever get better). I promise to be a nicer person, study harder, keep in touch with my friends, if only I can get better soon.