blech

I stayed home sick from work today upon the insistance of Aaron, despite the fact that I had already missed work on Saturday and Sunday for his graduation. However, having barely made it through work last night, this was probably a good idea.

He also insisted upon me going to the doctor to see what it was and to get something to take care of it. I was hesitant about going to the doctor, as I don't have health insurance, and I wasn't sure how much a visit would cost (88 dollars, I would later find out). You see, in my family, you don't go to the doctor unless you have a bone sticking out of your skin, you are projectile vomiting, or you are bleeding profusely. If one of those three factors is not present, you take care of it yourself.

And that's pretty much what I'm going to end up doing, because the doctor told me I had a virus. She told me it as a good idea to stay home from work tonight, and gave me an excuse from work for the day, and she told me to push liquids and take over the counter medications for cough and cold.

Which was what I was already doing. Thanks to Aaron, because I wouldn't have taken that icky red cough syrup (still tastes the way I remember it from when I was four), and I wouldn't have called in sick to work tonight, and I'd probably be the most miserable girl on the planet right now if it weren't for him.

One interesting thing that's never happened to me before: I was blowing my nose (sick, I know), and it blew my eardrums outwards, and I instantly lost my equilibrium and all sense of balance and almost fell off of the examination table. That was a little scary.