Slowly getting Better

Just a quick update on how I'm doing. That one night I wrote my last blog was awful, and I can say, without joking, that I genuinly thought I was gonna die. I felt like my body was tearing itself apart. Luckily, I'm feeling better now. Not good, but better. Fortunately, I didn't have to go to the hospital, and I stopped coughing blood eventually. Today I'm better. Completely exhausted and burning on fumes, but still standing. My mother has gotten sick now as well, and I'm just hoping she won't have to go through what I did.

My sister got me to try this new, stronger cold medicine, which has really helped me a lot. At first I was a bit apprehensive, since it contained morphine, and I wasn't sure how well that would mix with the other medicines I'm on. You know, for my anxiety and all that BS. Well, after some convincing, I gave it a try, and I'm so glad I did. Strongest damned cold medicine I've ever tried, though; like downing extra strong whiskey mixed with a pound of sugar. It packed a punch, let me tell you. Heartburn in seconds. Either way, it's reduced my symptoms greatly, and I'm beginning to feel better. There was, however, one small hick-up. The medicine made me tipsy. Very much so. I'm guessing it's the morphine, but it made me feel drunk. Just drunk, straight off. Caused me to write some things to my best friend online that I didn't remember later, and even made me confess a certain secret to him this morning. What that secret was, you ask? I'm not telling you. It took me being doped up on morphine to admit it to my best friend, so it's not something I plan on blurting out here.

I became sick on the fifth, so it's been eight days now. My sister has just scoffed and called it "Man cold". Don't know about that, I just hope it goes away soon, and that my mom won't feel as bad as I did.

And now I've got a real hankering for some Subway..